‌How can I hang up something?

"Okay, it's better than the 'egg post'!" Ji Chen came at some point, and the succession was applauded.

Brother Song, who is a genius who is both great at books and chess, even his ambitions are different from ordinary monks.

Meng Heze and his outer disciples applauded, and the applause was thunderous and the atmosphere was warm.

Zhao Ren thought in a daze that not only Song Qianji was sick, but all the monks under Song Qianji were crazy.

He came out of the cultivation family, and when he was a teenager, he entered the inner sect of Huawei Sect. With resources piled up, he had a smooth journey and made a pill.

The biggest twists and turns in life is to be an immortal official.

From the bottom of his heart, he believed that the gap between monks and mortals was even greater than that between humans and spirit beasts.

A monk breathes spiritual energy, does not eat grains, and is contaminated with ordinary affairs, which is a waste of time and delays his cultivation.

When a monk seeks ascension and seeks the great way, ordinary people are mediocre and only seeks food and clothing. When a monk goes into seclusion, perhaps the life of a mortal person is over.

What is the meaning of dealing with mortals and talking about friendship? Is it different to have ten pounds, hundreds of pounds, and a thousand pounds?

Zhao Ren was unwilling to accept: "The 'a thousand jin per mu' is a chic handwriting, after all, it is difficult to enter the elegant hall. Can Junior Brother Song change another one?"

Song Qianji seemed to have noticed him, and he was a little surprised:

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, after the ceremony, you are still here. Since you are reluctant to leave, why don't I give you the title of ritual and assist me?"

"Junior brother is joking! How can I stay more time?"

"I only send the gods, but I don't invite the gods." Song Qianji said lightly: "Since you don't stay, it's not as easy as you want to come back in the future."

Zhao Ren was stunned. When he found that a young man was not smiling, he faintly exuded a sense of a kingly aura that was not angry and mighty, as if he was suppressing his head.

‌It makes him feel uncomfortable. ‌Cultural qualifications are not higher than himself?

He was so excited that his aura turned cold, and he immediately summoned his natal flying sword: "Qianqu County will give it to you, I won't come back!"

‌Ghost Place, which made him not improve in one year of cultivation. Song Qianji was willing to take over the mess, so it was the main thing that he could quickly return to the Chishui Peak of Huawei Sect to practice.

What will happen to the servant surnamed Song in the future? Let the three major families in the county send a message to report directly to the family.

The flying sword turned into a stream of light and rode away by the wind.

The gentry was reluctant to leave their eyes on the sky. Compared to the unpredictable new immortal officials, the former Zhao clan immortal officials made them feel more secure.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, walk slowly." Song Qianji smiled.

The flying sword rushed out of the clouds and the horse was flat.

Zhao Ren closed his eyes and took a deep breath, finally threw off his burden, and remembered the reward that Lord Zhao Feng promised, and was in a very good mood.

The air was filled with the smell of freedom, and he grinned, trying to paste a windbreaker to increase his speed.

Suddenly, his smile froze: The wind-breaking talisman is not on the ‌.

Not only the Wind Breaking Talisman, but all the treasures he had plundered in Qianqu for several years were left in the Immortal Official's Mansion.

Only the Immortal Official Mansion in the county has the strongest spiritual energy. He only occasionally goes to the temple to receive worship and worship. He practices in the mansion at other times, but he can't take a step forward.

Habits are terrible.

Being an immortal official is a pampered person and there is no need to fight with others. Apart from his natal sword, he has not carried objects, talismans and other objects with him for a long time.

I just spoke harshly in public and said that I would never go back to Qianqu again, and I would be embarrassed to look back when I turned around.

When Zhao Ren thought of the possibility of Song Qianji picking up the right person, he felt ashamed of breath.

He could only comfort himself, and the treasure house was buried deep underground, and the formation was hidden, and Song Qianji would not find a way for a while.

Although you have many people, your cultivation level is generally not high. I am a Jindan monk and are familiar with the terrain and formation of the Immortal Palace. If I sneak in at night, who can do anything to me?

The red flying sword turned and hovered in the clouds.

...

Song Qianji sent Zhao Ren away, and then faced the farming masters and farming family, so he naturally had ten points of kindness and patience:

"I will be in the Xianguan Mansion today. When my leg disease is cured, I will follow me through the thousands of channels and push the curved plow. I don't understand anything, so I have to rely more on my life."

Carpenter Liu was in tears and excitedly said, "...What's my virtue?"

When I turned around, there was no longer any cold laughter. My fellow villagers looked at him with envy and admiration on their faces.

Once upon a time, he heard from the old man in the village that "a scholar dies for his confidant, and devotes his efforts to his death until he dies." He never understood that it is not easy for a person in the world to live, and who would have to die for a person who is not relative or not?

When he was helped by the new immortal official with both hands, he suddenly felt a passionate and thought that he would do his best in the future and would be willing to die.

The villagers looked at Carpenter Liu enviously, and stared at the four words "a thousand pounds per mu".

If one can really produce a thousand kilograms of millet per acre, wouldn’t it be that one person would go to the ground and the whole family would not have to go hungry?

Is the new immortal official going to perform immortality? He really has such kindness, not for the sake of fireworks?

Most people dare not believe it.

Although Tiancheng is protected by the formation, the air is still dry.

The wind was wrapped with a layer of fine sand, which hit the face slightly hurt, with a bit of a bitter and rough smell.

Song Qianji entered the Xianguan Mansion and bypassed the jade screen wall. The sand and dust disappeared, and the clean and moist water vapor came to his face.

At first glance, bluestone floor tiles and glazed tiles, and Jiuqu Gallery Lotus Pond.

Between the green pines and cypresses, the corners of several eaves of the eaves of the buildings were leaking, and the light of golden light shone in the sunlight.

When I got up, I didn’t realize how wide it was. I followed the original manager’s introduction and walked further and further, and then I realized that the Immortal Official Mansion was a city in the city.

"I was still worried that I couldn't stay, so I was not satisfied with it." Meng Heze sighed, "Being an immortal official in the mortal world can live as nourishing as a kind of nourishing person. It is much larger than Xuyun's Qiankun Hall."

After leaving Huawei Sect, he opened his mouth and called the head of the sect, and no one around felt that something was wrong.

Zhou Xiaoyun smiled and said, "The sky is high and the emperor is far away. How can the real emperor be as comfortable as the local emperor?"

Si Li held the new Siyuan Liu, bowed his head and followed Song Qianji, carefully said: "Look at how to repair the house? Today I will recruit laborers and will be able to make ground tomorrow."

Every immortal official must be renovated and expanded according to his own wishes. There are many immortal officials, and no one wants to live in the old cave left by others. The mansion can only be built larger and larger.

Song Qianji shook his head: "No need to repair."

"The highest and newest in the mansion is the Yun Tower built by Zhao Xianguan. Please."

Song Qianji still shook his head.

He found a remote abandoned garden, which was only slightly larger than Songyuan: "It's good inside."

Thousands of disciples move into their new homes and everything is fresh. It is the time to be full of energy and full of energy.

But when Senior Brother Song insisted on choosing the worst garden, everyone was humble to each other out of their mood, and no one argued about choosing a house.

Song Qianji opened the treasure box that was installed in Huachun Mountain, and his spiritual sense moved slightly, and he took out potatoes, beans, cucumber vines, wisteria and other plants in turn.

Our roots are completely wrapped in the soil of the Songyuan Court and have not been damaged at all.

There are also flower stands of different heights, water tanks for two-bit lotus-type lotus-filled stones, sprinkler kettles, watering kettles, spray kettles and other homemade tools.

Song Qianji picked up the shovel and began to overturn the soil.

You don’t need a ox knife to kill chickens, and you don’t need a magical object like a curved plow in the courtyard.

He enjoys doing it himself more than employed laborers.

In the process, he could feel the vitality in the land.

If the soil of Huaweizong is a youthful and energetic girl, Qianqu is like an old man who is dying and dying in his twilight years.

Song Qianji suddenly felt pity.

Ji Chen wanted to come forward to help, but Meng Heze looked at him with a "experienced" look.

Soon Ji Chen found that he couldn't get it, and it would disrupt Song Qianji's pace of work.

Only Meng Heze could barely integrate into the rhythm, which made him very envious.

He couldn't help but follow Song Qianji and observe silently.

He only felt that when Brother Song was doing some things, although he was serious, he was not tired or nervous.

Still, I tried the papers like calligraphy and painting, strolled with him on the mountain path and chatted and enjoyed the scenery.

Ji Chen finally couldn't help but speak: "Brother Song, am I capable of it?"

Song Qianji smiled and said, "Do you continue to teach you chess tonight, will you learn?"

"Tonight?" Ji Chen was stunned, thinking that Song Qianji was too busy with things every day. "Of course I learned it! After you taught it last time, I found it very interesting and I have always wanted to ask you for advice."

Song Qianji looked up at the sky.

The sky is low, and there are geese flying by in the clouds.

"There happened to be someone practicing at night." He murmured to himself.

Only those who do not have to do their best will bring their full family with them.

The monks who have lived in the cave for a long time must be light and simple.
To be continued...