The beautiful face of the female disciple was distorted for a moment: "He fought life and death for you, and you don't even want to look at him? Are you really ruthless and ruthless, and don't worry about him at all? He almost... died!"

At the end of the words, his voice trembled slightly, almost choking.

The shovel turning over the soil stopped, and Song Qianji still shook his head: "I'm not worried."

Meng Heze has a tough life. He couldn't die by falling off a cliff in his previous life. He couldn't die by unifying the heresy. How could he be killed by a group of outer disciples?

Worrying about this kid is worse than worrying about when you will be able to get off the mountain.

It is impossible for Meng Heze to go farming with him, so there is no need to involve more.

Song Qianji did not intend to let the other party continue to misunderstand him and mistake him for his brother.

In the eyes of many people, Song Qianji and Meng Heze had no friendship at all.

It is undoubtedly very strange to suddenly be able to go through life and death for the other person overnight.

"I don't know what happened to you last night, but Senior Brother Meng has a pure and upright nature, and is easy to be deceived and easily taken advantage of. I guess you must be very proud now, right?" The female disciple's eyes widened and she turned pink with anger.

The cheeks are flushed, making her look even more charming,

"But is your conscience okay? I thought you were just aloof, but I didn't expect you to be treacherous!"

Song Qianji finally turned around.

I think these six people usually have a good relationship with Meng Heze, so they came here to fight for him.

Song Qianji looked at the leading female disciple. He vaguely remembered that she was famous as Zhou Xiaoyun. She had some medical skills, was lively and cheerful, and was also a well-known beauty in the outer sect.

It's a pity that he is used to seeing Miaoyan's face, and he no longer knows the difference between beauty and ugliness.

"Junior sister Zhou, you misunderstood." Song Qianji said calmly: "I don't want to either..."

"Bah, you're so hypocritical!" The person on the threshold spat hard, vomiting on the ground that Song Qianji had just swept, "You can finally enter the inner gate to cultivate immortality, and you still act like a good boy when you get an advantage!"

Song Qianji's face turned cold.

He gets angry when he mentions this matter.

Who wants to enter the inner gate? Who wants to cultivate immortality?

Am I like the kind of person who has lost hope in life and confidence in the future?!

"Who wants Meng Heze to die the most now?"

Song Qianji asked.

The yelling and cursing stopped suddenly, everyone looked at him with cold eyes, and for some reason their hearts were shaken.

Zhou Xiaoyun frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Whoever he ruins, whoever loses face, wants him dead. Anyway, he was seriously injured and unconscious, with no one around to look after him. No matter what danger he encounters, he has no power to fight back." Song Qianji's voice changed.

Slowly, like a smile,

"Do you know what medicine he used? What water he drank? What was the last name of the doctor who treated him? If his injuries worsened and he died in the hospital, it would be a reasonable and reasonable way to die."

Zhou Xiaoyun felt cold all over her body and subconsciously stepped back.

"I'm not the one who wants him dead the most. Why are you all staying here with me?"

Song Qianji took two steps forward: "Would you like me to stay with you for dinner?"

"You, you..." Someone still wanted to argue, but Zhou Xiaoyun raised her hand to stop her, "Forget it, Senior Brother Meng's safety is important."

A group of people came with force and left in a hurry.

The courtyard became deserted again, with only a few harsh and distraught voices drifting across the courtyard wall:

"You wait!"

Song Qianji smiled, picked up the shovel again, and lowered his head to work.

Hey, after all, I am young and thin-skinned, and I have no words to curse.

****

Meng Heze was as young as them and as poor in words.

"Where did you learn your sorcery?"

The heavy pressure almost crushed his internal organs, but he still pursed his lips and said nothing.

As the victor of all battles, he should have been blessed and celebrated by the entire outer sect.

But Zhao Yuping sent someone to use a photo album to secretly record the images of each of his matches.

After the assessment, it will be sent to the inner gate as soon as possible and asked to be reviewed by the elders of the Teaching Hall who are proficient in all kinds of methods.

Half an hour later, Meng Heze was carried out of the Outer Hospital and escorted to the Discipline Hall for interrogation.

"Who taught you this? When?"

Meng Heze's face was expressionless, and the severe pain all over his body made him awake and groggy at times.

The questions from the Disciples of the Discipline Hall pierced my ears, far and near, like the broken shadows of trees in the twilight outside the window.

The young man kept his teeth clenched.
Chapter completed!