The last ray of golden light in the setting sun has no between Yunshan.

The darkness was like a tide to cross the courtyard wall, Song Qianji put down the shovel and washed the barrel well water.

After fulfilling his work a day, he moved out an old chair and found the most pleasing position in the courtyard, and he was paralyzed upright.

It is easy to spend time, the most difficult is to be at ease, and there is no burden to virtue of time.

Song Qianji raised his head. The courtyard wall made a small piece of the night frame in four or four square meters, and was covered by the dense branches and leaves of the flowers and trees. He could only see the stars with a large slap.

The cool wind was priceless, and the peach blossoms outside the courtyard fell down, blowing up his scattered hair.

"Tomorrow this tree will be moved to the side, and then buy some vegetable seedlings. Which varieties are better to feed?"

When people rushed into the courtyard, they saw Song Qian's hair exuding, wearing a loose old robe, pulling the cloth shoes, leaning on the back of the chair to cool.

The whole person is idle, like a lazy cat without bones.

This time, the chickens turned into a group of headless flies, and the old chairs were buzzing:

"He won't care about Brother Meng's life! What should I do?"

"Song Luo said that Brother Meng was dangerous, but he was really said by him, maybe he knew how to resolve it."

"Hold your mouth." Zhou Xiaoyun stopped everyone, walked in front of Song Qianji, and asked with a dumb throat:

"Brother Meng was taken to the precept hall. Did you think of it long ago? What else do you know?"

They shouldn't come, but suddenly, everyone had no idea, and inexplicably remembered the eight winds of Song Qian's aircraft, and it looked like Taishan.

When they reacted, everyone was already standing in the courtyard.

Song Qianji frowned.

There are many ways to cultivate the real world, and the vast is like a sea of ​​smoke.

However, the basic skills such as light body and convergence and scheduling technique will practice.

He taught Meng Heze more exquisitely than Huawei Zong, not the magic merit.

It stands to reason that Meng Heze must at least break through the foundation before practicing the second layer, and the two exercises are divided into obvious advantages and disadvantages.

There is only one possibility for so early to reveal the appearance: strong eyes and preference for research, seeing Meng Heze's moves, and the battle makes people burst into potential, Mengheze has improved too fast.

Is Meng Heze's talent really accurately testing the root results when getting started? He should have entered the inner door directly. Does anyone deliberately let him enter the outside door?

It's like someone deliberately gives him a red jade bead.

Is it expected by that person to fall into the cliff?

In the last life of the Meng family, who was the real murderer?

Meng Heze eventually became an evil Buddha. It seemed that every step was forced by the situation. Survival did, but did he push him one hand behind?

Suddenly, Song Qianji realized that even if he was reborn, even if he saw the fragments of the long river, he did not know the fate of this world and the fate of others.

There are many secrets, many hidden feelings, such as grass snake gray lines, stretch thousands of miles.

When Song Qianji thought, the sound in the courtyard gradually calmed down.

Everyone saw that his eyebrows were indifferent, as if indifferent, and couldn't help sinking.

"Brother Meng uses half of his life to give you the opportunity to get you into the inner door. Do you just have nothing to do with it now?

Go! "Zhou Xiaoyun was emotional.

Song Qianji suddenly raised his eyes: "You say it again."

"No matter how you interrogate, he will not answer ..."

"The last four words!"

"Go down the mountain."

Song Qianji suddenly got up, and the old chair fell to the ground with "Dang Dang" and fell in four points.

Go down the mountain!

There are such good things in the world!

"Hey, where are you going?" Zhou Xiaoyun suddenly passed by a gust of wind.

"Precept Hall!"

Everyone hurried out of the courtyard door and saw that under the dark night, Song Qian's two -sleeved wind was giving away, and the figure was far away.

"Song Luo really can save Brother Meng?"

"Is this person cold and hot. We misunderstood him?"

Zhou Xiaoyun: "The two of you went to the medical hall to borrow the burden, and the others went to the precepts hall to stay outside the precept hall!"

A group of chickens rejuvenated the constant, and the aggressive set off.

***

The door of the precepts hall was closed, and two bright yellow lights were lit at the door. The night was very eye -catching.

Meng Heze made a big deal today. Whether he hated him, worshiped him, or wanted to see him lively, the disciples outside the door refused to leave easily, and they gathered out of the hall.

Some people bought supper to eat, and the disciples of the law enforcement ca n’t rest. They wearing Zhu Hong sleeves at night to maintain order.

Song Qianji finally squeezed the crowd of the water, but was stopped outside the door:

"Trial in the hall, the idlers stop."

Song Qianji had to report to the house.

The disciple of the sword stared at him for a moment, and suddenly shouted, "It's you! You are the one who was lifted in the sedan during the day!"

Song Qianji was surprised to look around, silently condensed: "... is a lounge chair."

"You can't get in." Suddenly listening to a humanistic, "I take you in." "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "

Song Qianji turned his head and saw Zhao Yuping walking out slowly from the shadow under the eaves.

He smiled: "Hard worked hard for me for a long time."

Zhao Yuping also smiled and smiled: "No hard work."

When the two crossed the threshold, the voice could only hear each other.

"You two are really brothers, and you are a hero. Can you save him?"

"I try."

"Last time rescued him, what was going to break this time?"

"have no idea."

They walked into the brightly lit hall, Song Qianji saluted the elders of the interrogation seats.

I can only break the road. Zhao Yuping thought.

Meng Heze knelt in a shallow blood pool.

The wound left by the daytime fight was cracked, making him like a gourd in bleeding.

Song Qianji glanced at him.

I saw his head hanging down on his chest without response.

Meng Heze has a lot of blood today.

He began to feel cold, cold teeth trembling, bone sewing frozen, only the string of red jade beads on the wrist faintly hot.

He was conscious, thinking of his hometown and the moon thousands of miles away, and the father and mother at home.

He knew he was afraid that he could not resist this level.

Fortunately, there was a happy game before dying.

The most happy day in this life is better than those who are not famous at the bottom of the cliff.

Driven, he heard the familiar voice intermittently:

"... I taught it. He didn't know what he practiced."

"... This matter has nothing to do with him, the disciples are willing to take on it."

"... I'm here to plead guilty, I am willing to be rushed down the mountain, but I still have something to say."

The sound was like an electric light, and finally split the night before.

Brother Song!

Meng Heze suddenly opened his eyes.

He saw Song Qianji blocking him.

The thin figure blocks all colors and dazzling lights.

Like a small tree, struggle to stretch the branches and leaves, cover the wind and the wind and the wind and the rain.

"The disciples learned these methods because of a great adventure. The matter is great and cannot be said here." Song Qian machinery.

"Presumably, this is the triumun, you are not here, what else do you want to say!"

"The disciples want to see the head of the head."

Elder Liu, who was in charge of the precepts hall, asked angrily, exposed the coercion, and heard that Song Qianji said this, suddenly laughing: "Who see? I didn't hear it right?"

Other disciples of the precepts also laughed.

Song Qianji repeats calmness: "The disciples have to see the head of the head."
Chapter completed!