When Zhao Jiheng was taken to the Deacon Hall, he was still shouting:

"How dare you treat me like this? I want to tell my uncle!"

"Okay!" Zhao Yuping rubbed his eyebrows.

It is obviously about the same age, so why is Song Qianji so deeply and difficult to deal with? Meng Heze is not like a living person or a red-eyed beast when he acts ruthlessly.

Only my own nephews are the stupidest, and they are rushing to deliver vegetables to others.

Fortunately, there are many outstanding juniors in the family, and there are only one successor, not only Zhao Jiheng can be left. He felt a little comforted.

He was born in Tianbeizhou and the Zhao family in Qing'an County. Although he was a branch of the side. The leader of the Chishui Peak of Huaweizong, Zhao Taiji was considered to be a master of Miaohong.

However, the Zhao family is a family of immortal cultivation and a prominent family. They control the entire Qing'an County. Even the side branches are backed by big trees, which is easier to stand out than ordinary monks.

"Don't provoke Song Qianji again. When you meet him in the future, you will pretend that you didn't see him. Do you understand?" Zhao Yuping was willing to teach him a few words, and he could only sigh tiredly when he was angry, aggrieved, and tears in his eyes:

"Forget it, go and have fun. Don't come back too late. You just entered the inner door and want to leave a good impression on your masters and brothers."

Zhao Jiheng received a heavy bag of spirit stones, and his resentment immediately changed. He said, "I haven't seen you for a few days, I don't know if the girls are fine." His steps were light and his clothes flew downstairs.

"Congratulations." The young deacon dared to come forward and make fun of it.

"Why are you?" Zhao Yuping sneered, "Do you think Jiheng has entered the inner sect and we have made up with Song Qianji, and everything will be fine now?"

"Song Qianji just accepted the gift and thanked him very politely..."

"Have you looked at his eyes carefully?" Zhao Yuping shook his head, "A person like him has a deep mind and many means. Once he has a grudge, he will not be able to keep it anymore. If you don't touch him, he will kill you sooner or later!"

The young deacon was nervous and sweated coldly. If something happened to Zhao Yuping, the first person to be pushed to take the blame would be the minions.

"What are you afraid of? This is not what I mean." Zhao Yuping pointed at the sky with one finger, "It's above."

The young deacon glanced at the direction of Chishui Peak and lowered his head.

In Qiankun Palace, Zhao Taiji was tempted to kill Song Qian and angrily set off his sword. Later, True Man Xuyun changed his mind and left Song Qianji for the Dengwen Conference, which undoubtedly made him very dissatisfied.

Few people know about this. Except for the seven people in the palace that night, only Zhao Yuping knew about it.

Suddenly, a deacon walked in quickly and spoke softly to Zhao Yuping.

Zhao Yuping was a little stunned, with a surprised expression, and then laughed:

"He really said that?"

"It's true! Almost all the outer disciples and more than a dozen disciples of the Precepts Hall heard it."

Zhao Yuping narrowed his eyes.

I was worried that I couldn't find a suitable knife, so Song Qianji handed it over, which was too understanding.

If there were no fanatical followers from famous families, where did Miaoyan’s reputation as the “No. 1 Beauty” come from?

Many people regard Fairy Miaoyan’s reputation as more important than theirs.

Disrespect to Fairy Miaoyan is more serious than disrespect to them.

They have the right to speak for the younger generation in the cultivation world. When they express their likes, they do not allow others to express their dislikes.

When a male monk says Miaoyan is not good, they have to "preach reason"; when a female monk says Miaoyan is not good, he will be labeled as narrow-minded and jealous of the virtuous and capable.

Over time, no one is willing to say that Miaoyan is not in public.

Only Song Qianji, I don’t know what crazy he is going.

This is not like jumping into a broken cliff, which seems to be seeking death, but it can break out of a way of life.

Song Qianji's quick speech will inevitably cause endless trouble.

"There will always be someone coming first in the Dengwen Conference." Zhao Yuping asked: "When will the people from Qingya Academy, Xianyin Sect arrive?"

"Ten days later."

"It's too slow, arrange for the cloud boat to pick it up."

The young deacon nodded repeatedly.

Zhao Yuping took out the tea set, started boiling water, and finally ordered:

"Before they came, I wanted the inner and outer doors of Huawei Sect, up and down, and everyone knew what Song Qianji said."

Carved five-color glass cup with new spring tea.

The amber tea soup reflects the pink peach blossoms outside the window. He hasn't drunk it yet, but he is already intoxicated.

What a pink skeleton.

****

Song Qianzhe was cutting bamboo strips and building fences.

Meng Heze turned his wheelchair and followed him. He wanted to help but couldn't get it. He could only hand him a hemp rope and scissors occasionally.

"Senior Brother Song, don't you practice swords?" Meng Heze followed for a while, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Don't you breathe spiritual energy, don't you meditate and practice?"

"Don't practice."

"Is it because it's inconvenient for me to be here? Then I'll go out immediately."

Song Qianji could only explain: "I don't want to practice today."

Meng Heze felt embarrassed.

It is a bad thing not to want to practice. If someone else is involved, he will definitely urge him to stand up. Being lazy will not end up being lazy!

But this person is Senior Brother Song.

Senior Brother Song used to be too diligent and self-disciplined and should have taken a break long ago.

It doesn’t matter if you really don’t practice. If you practice hard by yourself, you can protect him. If you save money, you can buy elixirs and spiritual herbs for him to knock on.

If you work hard to become stronger, you can help him marry a Taoist partner... Uh, this seems not OK.

But in short, he can send him to the immortal path.

Meng Heze figured out the abnormality that Song Qianji showed by himself, and only one thing was still in mind:

"Senior Brother Song, why did you say that before?"

"Which sentence?"

"Red pink skeleton, wonderful, wonderful..." He couldn't speak out in the second half of the sentence and meowed in a low voice.

Song Qianji made him laugh, his hands trembled, and a green bamboo strip was broken.

Meng Heze was anxious: "Why don't you like Fairy Miaoyan? She is the most beautiful in the world!"

Song Qianji asked back: "What is beauty?"

Meng Heze was confused when asked and stared at him in surprise.

Song Qianji changed his question: "Why do you think Miaoyan is beautiful?"

"Does this still need a reason? We will know it when we first enter the realm of cultivation."

Meng Heze originally thought that just like the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, spiritual stones are used to practice, and the beauty of the wonderful smoke is also a basic common sense. "She has flawless appearance, high talent, musical knowledge, kindness and gentleness..."

"Are these true?" Song Qianji cut bamboo strips, "Have you seen it with your own eyes? Your understanding of her is far less than that of Zhou Xiaoyun. Why don't you think Zhou Xiaoyun is the most beautiful in the world?"

Meng Heze said in a daze: "But everyone says she is beautiful."

"Because there are many people who are pursuing her and praising her, do you think she is beautiful?" Song Qianji said, "Do you like her, or do you like others' pursuits and her reputation?"

"I don't know. This matter really can't stand the thought. I'm about to be surrounded by you!"

Meng Heze frowned in distress.

He could not answer Song Qianji's question.

What is beauty? Who stipulates that Miaoyan is beauty?

I have never seen her before, how do you know that she fits my aesthetic?

A light of inspiration flashed through Meng Heze's mind and suddenly shouted: "No, I have no aesthetic at all!"

Miaoyan is the aesthetic of the upper-level monks. In this world, beauty and ugliness are up to them.

A little bitterness in his heart. Our monks at the bottom are already hard enough to work for you every day. How can you even set rules for the standards of "beauty"?

Song Qianji wrapped the hemp rope around the bamboo strips and tied them tightly:

"Miaoyan is proficient in the heavenly music technique. Although she has a high level, she is not very aggressive. Listening to her piano music can increase her cultivation; she is beautiful but understanding, and will not argue with you right or wrong; she is noble but quiet and gentle, and does not seem to care about things other than music...

"So, in summary, nine words: Beautiful, use more, and have fewer things."

Meng Heze was shocked by this statement: "So they don't really like Miaoyan, they just pursue Miaoyan because it is good for them."

"The more like Miaoyan's female cultivator, the more likely it is to be praised." Song Qianji buried himself in adjusting the position of the fence and said calmly, "Miaoyan is a ruler for measuring perfection, and on the one hand, he holds a phantom of fantasy, but he is not a real person. This is not fair to her, but she also chose it herself."

"Why do I think you know her very well?" Meng Heze murmured to himself.

Song Qianji has tied two rows of bamboo fences.

He had no seeds yet, so he searched through the whole family and found only three potatoes.
To be continued...