Ji Chen pinched the time and jumped down from the tree:

"Even if Senior Brother Song cooked three big pots and used all the seasonings in the kitchen, that kid Weiping should finish it!"

Meng Heze glanced at the sky: "Let's go, it's raining heavily."

Indifferent and dark.

The two walked towards Songyuan braved the drizzle of early spring, and did not forget to mock Wei Ping, who was honestly eating noodles.

The thunder rolled, and suddenly I heard the laughter in the yard shrill.

"The movement is wrong!" Ji Chen's expression changed.

Meng Heze took the lead in and saw Song Qianji, and Wei Ping stood in the rain across the stone table.

The candle fire on the table was extinguished, there was only an old sword and an empty porcelain bowl.

"I claim to be smart, but I misread you, I am blind." Wei Ping laughed to the sky.

"Swish!"

The lightning was pale and the sword light was bright. He drew his sword out of the sheath and pointed directly at Song Qianji.

Meng Heze's mind buzzed, and the sky turned dizzy: "Wei Ping, you're crazy!"

"Don't call me Wei Ping!" Wei Zhenyu turned around and shouted.

Ji Chen glanced at the noodle bowl and forced a smile: "Brother Wei, it's my fault! I should have eaten noodles today. If you want to blame me, don't be angry with Brother Song. If you have something to say, put down the sword first."

He deliberately made a joke to break Wei Ping's crazy mood.

Song Qianji raised his hand and refused to allow Meng Heze, so Ji Chen stepped forward.

The two had to stop under the plum blossom tree and watched the sharp sword hanging in Song Qianji's throat.

"I passed the array technique of Xiao Ji, and cast a sword to send Xiao Meng, but I have never taught you anything. Inside and outside the Song Courtyard, you worked hard and worked hard. If you missed you for half a year, you would stab this sword." Song Qianji's voice was indifferent and he lowered his eyes, "I won't fight back."

The rain was drizzling, the fallen flowers and leaves were dancing wildly. The night clouds were torn apart by the lightning, and the two figures flickered and dark.

Holding the sharp blade, his whole body trembled like a madman, and his unarmed and unmoved like a mountain without fear.

"You think so?" Wei Zhenyu's eyes turned red.

It turns out that in Song Qianji's mind, Xinyi is always clearly regarded as the key points and the key points of the scale. I will stand in front of you for a lifetime tonight, but you say that you will pay off your kindness with one sword, even if you don't owe each other.

"Not only do you have no courage, you have no heart!" He shouted loudly, and his spiritual energy exploded.

Thousands of raindrops were shattered and turned into mist of water, and they dared not approach him.

Meng Heze and Ji Chen were shocked.

"Ka!" Wei Zhenyu broke his sword, "If you don't do this, I will do it. It's not because you all say I should do it, it's because I want fame, wealth, beauty, I want to do it myself."

He shook his sleeves and flew the broken sword.

The flower stand collapsed not far away, and the ground was covered in chaos.

Wei Zhenyu turned around, his left hand was cut by the sword's edge, and he was bleeding: "The kindness between you and me is like this sword. From now on, the two have nothing to do with each other!"

The old wounds collapsed, the blood flowed down, and were washed away by the rain.

Ordinary people cut robes and break the meaning, and cut the mats and break the broken, but they all use swords, and they can only break the sword if they want to break it.

Meng Heze stretched out his hand and wanted to pull Wei Ping's sleeve.

Song Qianji burst out and shouted: "Let him go!"

Wei Ping's clothes were soaked, and he passed Meng Heze and Ji Chen with expressionless face, as if he had passed by two small trees.

He stepped out of the threshold and suddenly remembered something:

"Song Qianji, hasn't anyone ever told you that the noodles you cook are really hard to eat?"

Song Qianji closed his eyes, as if he was indifferent.

Wei Zhenyu disappeared into the dark rain and never looked back.

After a long time, Song Qianji opened his eyes and looked at the collapsed flower stand, and staggered. Ji and Meng hurried forward and helped him into the house to sit down.

Ji Chen searched for the treasure, picked up Huachun Mountain in the vegetable field, Qi Jue Qin and chess record, and wiped off the mud and water on the surface: "Brother Song and Brother Wei, why did this happen?"

Song Qianji shook his head and said nothing.

Meng Heze looked towards the gate of the courtyard and said angrily: "Wei Ping, I'll catch him back!"

"No." Song Qianji said hoarsely, "If you meet him outside, don't mess with him."

"Outside?" Ji Chen was stunned and looked a little nervous, "Brother Song wants us to leave too?"

What is Song Qianji thinking?

Chen Hongzhu swore to draw a clear line with him on the bridge of water.

Lin Feiyuan jumped off the boat board, and there was no trace.

In the heavy rain, Wei Ping broke his sword and said ruthless words.

But he seemed to be used to it, at least he could not see any sadness on the surface.

Ji Chen felt confused and could hardly tell which part of this person was gentle, which part was alienation and indifference.

Song Qianji didn't think so much. He was not ruthless, but he was much more patient with loneliness, separation and misunderstandings than ordinary people.

"In the future, you will always meet when you go out on a narrow road. Remember not to provoke him."

Song Qianji thought, even if you haven't left the thousand channels for the past two years and practiced behind closed doors, three years later, the secret realm will be opened, and cultivators from the entire cultivation world will flock to compete for opportunities and resources, and you should try your luck.

But Ji Chen and Meng Heze's life in his previous life were too terrible, which shows that his luck was dirty. If he became a mortal enemy with the help of the Lord of Destiny, he would probably not be able to fight head-on, so it would be better to avoid the edge.

Meng Heze frowned and picked up the broken sword inserted into the soil: "Wei Ping was overly arrogant, but he suppressed his nature in Songyuan and was a low-spirited person. He left with hatred this time and must be unwilling to accept it. If he let him go, I am afraid that he will not be good to his senior brother in the future."

Song Qianji withdrew his sword and said lightly: "Such as he does."

Meng Heze thought to himself that even if Wei Ping pointed his senior brother with his sword tonight, his senior brother would still be nostalgic and could not bear to hurt him.

"Go back." Song Qianji said, "I'll take a rest."

Meng and Ji wanted to speak but stopped.

Before leaving the house, I suddenly heard the man ask, "Noodles are really unpalatable?"

Meng Heze was stunned and hurriedly explained: "Brother Song, don't listen to Wei Ping's nonsense. It's not that bad, it's just bad...ah! Ji Chen, why are you kicking me!"

...

Of course it is very unpalatable, but the noodles that have never been said to be unspeakable.

Song Qianji always thought he was a genius in cooking. It was not until he tasted it himself that he realized a hundred of the bitter tastes.

It's more painful than life.

The spring rain is in a hurry, the night comes and the sky goes.

As soon as the Chief of Military Affairs left, the Qiankui seemed to have been dug a large hole, and the cold wind was poured into it.

The city office, household registration office, city defense brigade, temple prison and audit hall lost the person involved, and the unfinished bridges and roads have been stagnant. The General Manager of the Health Commission has extraordinary energy, and its decision-making and deployment covers all aspects.

Xu Kanshan and Qiu Dacheng took over hastily, and was in a hurry for a moment and had to find Song Qianji to make a decision.

Ji Xing and Zhou Xiaoyun missed the sweet soup and snacks made by Wei Ping, and even more missed Wei Ping with understanding and sweet mouths, and they could chat.

Ji Chen had no choice but to comfort his sister: "Brother Wei left for the time being to confuse the enemy. Brother Song gave him a secret mission... You must not tell it!"

He almost believed it after saying it too many times.

Even Meng Heze's parents miss Wei Ping and often mention their godson in front of their own son.

Meng Heze didn't want his parents to be sad, so he made up a lie in a vague way: "Senior Brother Song sent him out to do something, and he came back after the matter was done."

When Wei Ping was there, he was picking Wei Ping and was not happy with him.

Wei Ping is not here, he is not used to it.

Only the Song submarine aircraft is excluded.

In the eyes of others, his life was not affected at all.

He still slept until he woke up naturally every day, repaired the flower stands and planted new vegetables during the day, and was busy with spring plowing.

He also set out a fertile "seed field" in Tiancheng, planted the excellent grains selected in winter and began to cultivate them.

At dusk, Song Qianji received Q&A and answered all kinds of strange questions from Qianqu disciples.

At night, I leaned on the recliner and watched the sky, playing two chess games from time to time.

Before Wei Ping came, he passed by day.

If he had to say something different, he would no longer let others cook and occasionally cook noodles by himself, and his cooking skills would be extremely slow.

"So I really don't have the talent for cooking."

Ji Chen couldn't bear to see Song Qianji asking for trouble, so he suggested to Meng Heze: "Let's hire another butler who knows how to cook."

"Call another Wei Ping, and then ask him to point his sword at his senior brother?" Meng Heze refused.
To be continued...