Song Qianji smiled secretly. Senior Xian, thank you, you are worthy of being a savior master.

Now you guys are scolding and are so angry that they should go back to their own houses.

The chess ghost still said no: "You only collect the Qiqiqin of the fake immortal, and don't want my array book. Wouldn't it seem that my things are not as good as his?"

The Book Saint also said: "It's fine if you don't collect the array book, but Huachun Mountain is a veritable mountain."

"I'm busy in the fields all day long. They stay in my hands, and only pearls are covered with dust." Song Qianji looked at the treasure box and chess record, "Treasures have spirits. They deserve a better place."

The clear sunlight leaked through the wisteria flower stand, illuminating his gentle smile.

He thought, many years later, when you meet Wei Zhenyu, you should regret it.

The Book Saint saw that he had bright eyes and looked at dead objects with gentle eyes, as if he was full of affection, and even felt that he was like when he was young.

In the world, I'm afraid there is no more suitable successor than Song Qianji. Xian Jianchen, you have really had great luck and you will never be able to be a pig or a dog in your next life.

"You want to go down the mountain, what should I do if the flowers and plants are all over the yard?" asked Shu Sheng.

"Of course I took them all away." Song Qianji did not think, "I am reluctant to leave them."

"What to use? Do you want to store bags?" The Book Saint is in a temptation, "The storage bags have no spiritual energy. Flowers and trees are separated from the soil, which damage life. But if you put them in a treasure box, you will release them when you arrive at the fief, they are still watery and tender..."

Song Qianji was moved.

The chess ghost is not to be outdone: "The spiritual energy in the world is insufficient, and the harvest depends on the heaven to make a living. If you learn dot matrix techniques, you can keep the vegetable field at room temperature all seasons before you can plant it off-season..."

He had never thought before that he would discuss farming with others seriously.

This was completely unfamiliar to him, for fear that he would not be able to fool Song Qianji.

Song Qianji thought for a while: "It makes sense."

He is also in the exploratory stage of farming. Planting is a profound and profound knowledge. It goes smoothly in the mountains, which does not mean that it can be successful in the mortal world.

"I will keep the treasure temporarily. When you meet the successors, please ask me for it at any time." Song Qianji said, "I will also give you some things."

There were only two potato flowers left in the field, and he gently picked them off.

Songyuan Potato Flowers have been given to both confusing young men and timid girls like Meng Heze, He Qingqing, and peerless powerful men like Qinxian, chess ghost, and calligraphy saint.

A flower is filled with thousands of feelings.

"I prefer white flowers." said the Shusheng.

He got the light blue and the white flowers in the hands of the chess ghost.

"Let's change." said the chess ghost.

If Song Qianji chose one of them, the other would never be willing to give up, and he would have to use all his strength to continue.

But Song Qianji didn't choose anyone. When the two looked at each other again, they saw a little regret and relief of being sympathetic.

Who can be perfect in life?

Just like the broken poem written on the table, the broken song that has never been played, only if there is regret is true.

The Book Saint puts the light blue potato flower in front of the chess ghost: "I am so immersed in the year, don't die too early, it's great to live two more years."

There are nine ranks of chess, and the first rank is called "Zhu Shen". The chess ghost is a common surname. He was once a young and genius chess player in the cultivation world. He got this nickname. He used this name to challenge him everywhere, won many powerful masters, and broke many endgames that could not be solved.

Later, he became his senior, so naturally no one called him that.

The chess ghost put white potato flowers into his hair bun: "I love you, you should die later."

"Affected Son" is the nickname of the saint of the book. He has used this name to pursue many beauties and has written many miscellaneous books that mislead people's children, such as "Overseas Monks ‌Strait Prevention Manual".

Now it has become a secret and unofficial history. In order to maintain his oppressive image, the academy is not allowed to mention it.

After the succession of personnel, a big rock was settled in their hearts. They all knew that there was no need to force themselves, but they were still willing to encourage each other.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Suddenly, I returned to the old year and vaguely saw the other boy's appearance when he was wearing flowers.

Song Qianji stood by the rich gate, watching the two ride into the wind and clouds, and run against the way.

...

"Senior Brother Song. Are you watching the clouds!"

I don’t know how long it has passed, but a familiar voice interrupted Song Qianji’s thoughts.

The blue clouds are in the sky, and the sun's shadow moves westward.

Song Qianji withdrew his gaze and surrounded him by the disciples of Meng Heze.

Meng Heze changed into a dark red dress for the stage effect today.

The young man tied his high ponytail, his eyes were like stars, his expression was flying, and he had a faint smell of blood and medicine during his breath.

"You're finished?" Song Qianji asked.

Meng Heze nodded proudly, coughed lightly, and nodded to both sides.

Immediately, a disciple of the sect said loudly: "The leader of the popular exhibition competition in history--"

Another person echoed: "The votes for support are far more than the second place, one thousand votes--"

Zhou Xiaoyun summarized: "All the prizes for the martial arts test are in your pocket, and all the elixirs and spirit stones are available. The eight immortal sects and six major families are rushing to invite the leader to be his inner disciple."

Cheers and applause sounded like thunder: "Senior Brother Meng is invincible!"

Meng Heze raised his hands and pressed down: "Be humble, be humble."

The cheers were closed together, and Meng Heze looked at Song Qianji expectantly.

Seeing him showing off his tail was swaying, Song Qianji felt funny

——‌You will become a powerful man in the future. When you think of today, you don’t know how embarrassing it is, but you are afraid you will silence all the people you have seen.

Meng Heze was still looking straight at him.

Song Qianji was stunned for a moment and finally realized that he was here to ask for praise!

"Well, it's done well." He really didn't know how others praised the child, so he barely put together two words, "Still on your efforts and achieve great success."

"Okay, I'll still be there for the next session!" Meng Heze clenched his fists hard.

"No, no, no!" Song Qianji quickly dispelled his thoughts.

"The next time you will be in Wenya, ten years later, you have already formed a pill, how can you still steal the limelight from young people? Let's lose face."

Meng Heze was speechless for a moment.

It turns out that in Senior Brother Song’s heart, I can go from building foundation to forming pills in just ten years, which is really faster than Midnight Manjushri back then.

What I dare not even think of is that my senior brother believes me so much and has high hopes for me.

I must not let my senior brother down.

He immediately stopped showing off his flaunting look, like a peacock put away the color screen, and saluted seriously:

"What Brother Song taught me is to follow my senior brother's teachings!"

The disciples of the sect said together: "Abide by Senior Brother Song's teachings."

The momentum was like a rainbow. The bean leaves at the gate of Songyuan trembled, and Song Qianji was also shocked.

I was drunk last night and felt it was not obvious. At this time, I clearly felt that these disciples worked together through the performance competition and were more united and more powerful than before.

The exhibition match was not only a victory for Meng Heze alone.

"What noodles do senior brother want to eat today?" Meng Heze asked.

Song Qianji shook his head: "I won't eat noodles today, I want to pack up my things. Before midnight tonight, Huaweizong will give me a county."

"Senior brother is going down the mountain?" Meng Heze was stunned.

He had expected it and was not shocked, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

He suddenly laughed and turned around and said hello: "It's good to go down the mountain, everyone will pack up!"

The cheers rang out again, and everyone shouted to go down the mountain together.

Song Qianji was confused. You can listen to what he said?

Song Qianji yelled in a low voice: "What are you going down the mountain? You have won the leader of the martial arts test, and countless immortal families are rushing to accept you into the inner sect. You can choose someone who suits your wishes. From now on, the immortal journey will be smooth. Isn't it good?"

Meng Heze was stunned.

The rosy cheeks were all bloody, and the eyes blinked, and tears filled with an instant, and the expression was panicked:

"Senior brother, senior brother doesn't want me anymore?"

Song Qianji thought helplessly, I am not your real father.

Even if you are your own father and your son is too young, you should go out and become independent.

"Everyone has his own fate. You are destined to have a bright future..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Heze's tears fell.

When Song Qianji saw this, it was so good, he immediately looked stern: "You cry again?! A seven-foot man, bleeding but not crying. You didn't cry even when you were injured in the performance competition. Now pretend to me..."
To be continued...