After Yu Qishu came to Mingyue Lake, she was unable to sleep at night, but it was not because she was not acclimatized. According to his living habits in Changchun Peak, he didn't find a place to plant anything, digging the soil and watering it, just like a sword cultivator who doesn't touch a sword, an alchemist who doesn't clean the elixir furnace, and a beast master who doesn't touch spirit beasts, he feels uncomfortable. Without his diligent planting, the peach branches of Changchun Peak would have been cut bald by him.
Of course, this cannot be discovered by others. If the image collapse causes the sales of Peach Blossom products to decline, the first Yu Jian, the treasurer Qian, will come to clean him up. So Yu Qishu went out alone late at night, bypassed Mingyue Lake's patrolling disciples, searched and found hidden places in the back mountain, and planned to have a hand addiction - shoveling the ground and turning the soil.
This place is really inaccessible, and the four-person team was also chosen as the meeting place. The formation master Liu Jing also set up a hidden formation, and even if ordinary monks saw them, it was no different from looking at flowers, trees, earth and rocks.
But Yu Qishu is unusual. When the mirage was on Changchun Peak, he carried the mirage from the rat's nest every day, and the mirage breathed at him. From sinking into a mirage, he gradually figured out a set of defense methods.
He has resistance to the mirage illusion, how can the mere man-made blindfold be deceived from him
In his eyes, the hidden formation of the formation master was just trying to hide it.
Yu Qishu was the first to see Song Qianyi's slender figure, afraid that she would be in danger late at night, so she restrained her breath and approached quietly, intending to protect the other party secretly. He didn't have a "medical cultivation complex" at first, but he couldn't hold back the three senior brothers from Chongbi Peak. He kept talking in his ear all day: "Let me see Junior Sister Song!", "Sister Song is also very good-looking today!"
Unexpectedly, after he approached, he actually heard Song Qianyi swearing at people, and his breath was messy under the shock, and Song Qianyi noticed the trace.
At this time, Yu Qishu appeared in a hurry, holding her hands high to show her harmlessness.
Song Qianyi put on her peculiar gentle smile again, wrinkling a pool of spring water like a spring breeze: "Junior Brother Xiaoyu, what have you heard? Come and tell Senior Sister."
The autumn night is cold in the mountains. Yu Qishu shuddered, remembering her grinning and yelling "beautiful you", a coolness came from behind her.
At the same time, deep down in my heart, my ignorant thoughts about the gentle female medical cultivator are completely cold - Senior Brother Chongbifeng mistaken me, Senior Sister Song is not like that at all!
The four of them were approaching in a close siege. Yu Qishu swallowed nervously, but said honestly, "I just heard you recite poetry, but I didn't understand it. Cough, Senior Sister Song, are you in trouble?"
Song Qianyi looked at him quietly, and saw that the young man's expression was sincere and innocent. The hem of his boots and jacket was stained with mud, dust, and blades of grass, which was completely different from that of the noble gentleman in brocade clothes in the daytime. He looked a little pitiful.
Xu Sanshan rolled his eyes, took two steps forward, hooked his shoulders with Yu Qishu, and smiled boldly: "Brother Yu, are we friends?"
Yu Qishu nodded blankly.
Xu Sanshan hurriedly winked at his teammates, and said to Yu Qi, "Hey, that friend is in trouble, you happen to know, can you help?"
Zheng Mu and Liu Jingxin took the cue and gathered around them together.
"Amitabha, if you meet, you are destined to join us."
"Young people should have ambitions and ideals, do you want to do something big together?"
The three of you said a word, and I froze Yu Qi for a while.
Yu Qishu laughed: "Okay. How can I help?"
Xu Sanshan showed a satisfied smile: "That's how it is..." Before he spoke, he was interrupted roughly by Song Qianyi, "Wait!"
Song Qianyi pushed the three of them away and pulled Yu Qishu away. The latter was unprepared, staggered, and stumbled away with her.
Deep mountains and old forests, the moon is dark and the wind is high.
The first time Yu Qishu pulled the nun's hand, he felt soft and delicate, as cold as a piece of jade, but his mind was full of mucus: Does Senior Sister Song want to silence me? But how do medical practitioners kill people and kill me, poison me? Can I fight back, does fighting back count as bullying her? I don't want to bully her either...
Suddenly Song Qianyi stopped, and Yu Qishu hurriedly let go, at a loss.
Song Qianyi smiled and said, "They were joking with you just now, don't listen to their nonsense. The autumn water will officially start tomorrow. If anything happens, you just stay away. It's not for you, no one will embarrass you, as long as You don't come out."
Yu Qishu blinked: "Senior Sister Song, I..."
Song Qianyi suddenly envied him a little, laughing at everyone, giving flowers to everyone, and having Elder Meng as his master, even if the sky fell, the elders of the division would support him.
It's easy to pull Yu Qishu into the gang, and it's good for them, but it's not good for Yu Qishu at all. Yu Qishu didn't know Jing Di at all, so why would he risk drowning in this muddy water
Song Qianyi sighed: "Don't go out alone at night, there are more bad people than good people in this world, remember?"
Yu Qishu nodded "oh oh", suddenly reacted, and smiled helplessly: "What did the senior sister say, I'm not a child!"
Song Qianyi gave him a push: "Go back quickly. Remember what I just said."
Yu Qishu was driven away by her forcefully, and she always felt that something was wrong.
When Yu Qishu's back was gone, the three teammates appeared and stared at Song Qianyi in surprise.
Xu Sanshan: "Master Song, Aunt Song, why did you let people go?"
Liu Jing: "If we don't pull him onto the pirate ship, what if he sue us?"
Song Qianyi glanced at him coldly: "Do you still know that we are a pirate ship?"
Zheng Mu: "After a hundred years of cultivation, you can cross the boat with the same boat. The thief boat is also a boat, and the fate of evil is also a fate."
Song Qianyi didn't have the heart to play dumb with them: "He won't say it. Listen to my voice transmission tomorrow, and act accordingly. The meeting is dismissed."
She didn't explain the plan in detail, but she was afraid that the three stupid teammates would react unnaturally on the spot, and the elders could see the clues in advance, so they fell short.
Song Qianyi knew that she was able to do this because she had no intention of doing it. After all, in the eyes of big people, any Poetry Society and Shijian are young people making small troubles, and they don't deserve too much attention. Daozun Qinghe saw that his apprentice obeyed his own arrangements and everything was back on track, so he stopped worrying about her and gave her a chance.
The separation is imminent, and the four young people are uneasy.
The Form Master held the formation plate tightly and asked nonsense: "Tomorrow, can it be done?"
Song Qianyi looked at the hazy moonlight: "Gamble your life."
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"Senior Brother Jing, are you still listening?" The disciple held the lamp and wanted to stick his head into the black iron fence, "What do you mean by this sentence? 'From now on, you should write less poetry and keep your heart and soul together', yes Isn't it that I don't have to reply, she is satisfied and willing to stay with me?"
Jing Di closed her eyes and said lightly, "There is no need to go back."
"Thank you Senior Brother Jing!" The disciple cheered, turned around happily, and ran away. The stone gate of the water prison fell, causing ripples in the water to isolate the weak light from the outside world.
Yun Xuzi never forbade other disciples to visit Jing Di, which would be too impersonal. In charge of the great sect, it still needs to be relaxed one by one, not only to punish the criminals, but also not to let many disciples feel cold and resentful towards the teacher.
Therefore, he not only allowed his disciples to visit and persuade Jing Di, but also used Jing Di as a lesson for the future. He also stated a rule: Jing Di was punished because he contradicted the teacher. You can enjoy the shade of the teacher's gate, and the future is bright. If not, it will end up like Jing Di. All in all, the sect can give you everything, and it can also drive you into the abyss.
On the eve of the conference, the moon shadow was almost complete.
Yun Xuzi served tea for the real person of Guiqing, and after drinking it, he sighed: "Ji Xiao is alive and monopolizing the luck of the world, and when he dies, he will also enjoy the respect of the world. You asked me before, since there is Ji Xiao in this world, why? There are other practitioners who are eager to come to be a stepping stone for Ji Xiao? This is unreasonable. I didn't answer you at the time, but now you see, Ji Xiao is dead, after his death, his sect It is torn apart, and the life and death of his Taoist companion is uncertain. The way of heaven has always been the most fair, and my generation of practitioners should look far, and can't just stare at the gains and losses of one moment and one place."
"Uncle Master's teaching is right." Yun Xuzi replied respectfully, but he knew that what Gui Qingren said to himself was not teaching, but the saint was in a good mood now, so he wanted to find someone to talk to.
After a hundred years of planning and planning, it is finally time to close the eyes, even the immortal immortals should be happy.
So Yun Xuzi flattered: "The vast three worlds are all in the uncle's chessboard. The monk Yunyun is not as far-sighted as the uncle."
Unexpectedly, real person Gui Qing disappeared when he heard the words, gave him a sideways glance, and stared at the southern night sky.
Yun Xuzi observed his words and expressions, followed him, and hurriedly closed his voice.
Mingyue Lake is already in the south of the mainland, and further south, there is only the South China Sea. The islands of the South China Sea are dotted with small sects, and it is not a climate. But in the sky above the South China Sea, at the top of the blue sky, and in the depths of the glow, there is also a big realm of Tianhu Lake.
There are also realm master Hu Si, Ji Xiao's senior brother.
Yun Xuzi's heart sank, and he vaguely realized that there were some things that he had not been able to know, and was beyond Gui Qing's control.
He didn't understand, but he didn't ask, not a word. In the past, Gui Qing relied on Zhong Ning Wei and handed over everything to the kid. He even felt that his position as the head of the family was in jeopardy, but in the end he had to use the hands of the demon clan to get rid of Ning Wei. It can be seen that knowing too much is not a good thing.
Real Gui Qing doesn't care what Yun Xuzi thinks. In his current position, there are very few things he needs to care about. He drank the tea and asked, "Is everything that should be explained to Tai Heng done?"
Yun Xuzi hurriedly said: "Everything is safe, please rest assured, uncle. Tomorrow's conference will go well!"
The monks from all over the world gathered at Mingyue Lake. Those who came early have been guests for more than ten days, and those who came late have waited for two or three days. Everyone looked at the shadow of the moon for a few days, and the "Autumn Water Decoction Ceremony" finally kicked off.
The mid-autumn moon hangs high, and the clear light shines on the world. Mingyue Lake is shrouded in mist all year round. Such bright moonlight is rare and precious. People say that this is a good omen.
There is a bamboo road on the lake, which is open and flat, extending in all directions, connecting all the islands of the whole lake.
The stone lotus lanterns are lit on both sides of the bamboo road, like stars floating in the water.
The stars and moon in the sky, the lamps and candles in the lake, complement each other, and the brilliance is shining.
Participating seats of various sects and factions are located on these bamboo paths. Only the seat of the host, Mingyue Lake, is located in the Huxin Pavilion. Looking around, with the Huxin Pavilion as the center, each faction was guided by the disciples of the outer sect of Mingyue Lake, and boarded their respective bamboo paths by boat.
Sorted by the size of the sects, the large sects are located near the Huxin Pavilion, and the small sects are far away, but regardless of the distance, they all sit facing the Huxin Pavilion. With the captain sitting in front, the disciples stood behind the elder.
Some small sects only came to two or three people, and it was not convenient to arrange them individually, so they shared a bamboo road with the Sanctuary Alliance, and more than 20 small sects gathered together. overlord.
The lakeside pavilion is like the bright moon, and the bamboo road is dotted with stars around it. This arrangement shows the trend of stars holding the moon.
Some people were surprised to find that the Zhudao where the Huai Shui Zhou family was headed by Tai Heng was closer to the Huxin Pavilion than the Hanshan Sword Sect, and it was more open and conspicuous. Can you hold your breath? Aren't you afraid of setting a precedent and being suppressed in the future
Hanshan... They really can hold their breath.
The master of Chongbi Peak was sitting upright and enjoying the scenery, and decided to paint a landscape after returning, thinking about the composition and color selection in his heart.
The disciples behind him looked at the seats in the Songfeng Valley opposite, with white clothes fluttering on their faces and a sword on their waists, private voice transmissions kept saying, "Look over there, Junior Sister Song has come out!"
"Move to the side and let me see Junior Sister Song too!"
"Hey, Junior Sister Song looks a little haggard today."
Among other sects, some young disciples participated in such a grand event for the first time, and they were quite excited.
Song Qianyi and her teammates were far away from each other. They were in their respective sects and could not see each other, but they were equally restless.
After each faction was seated, more than a hundred Mingyue Lake outer sect disciples rowed small boats and brought refreshments.
The dim sum was exquisite and varied. The tea is a special product of Mingyue Lake. It is served in a white jade cup and reflects the bright moonlight. The tea soup contains traces of aura, the entrance is clear and moist, and the aftertaste is sweet, just in line with the name of the conference.
Everyone sincerely praised the beauty of the tea soup, but only Yu Qishu felt that it was only so. Although Zhenren Qian was extremely stingy and only used old tea to treat guests, he visited too many times, and he could also get good tea, which is even better than the famous Mingyue tea. it is good.
The surroundings were bustling and noisy, the feast was full of dangers, and the new world was shining brightly, slowly opening in front of his eyes. He should have been nervously involved in it, but he was inexplicably distracted—he missed Zhenren Qian a little.
I often come and go with my friends, only to see that everything is not good, and after a few moments of separation, I remember all the good things about him.
After everyone had their refreshments, the whispers fell silent. The solemn ceremony and music sounded around the lakeshore, and the ceremonial driver of the real person Gui Qing finally appeared. I saw a dark blue flying chariot flew out from the largest island on the lake, supported by six elders, and flew to the pavilion in the center of the lake.
The Mingyue Lake sect has Yun Xuzi to take care of it, and the real person Guiqing rarely shows up. The last time the secret realm of the Vast Sea was only on the cloud boat. Very few monks have seen him with their own eyes, and they don't know what he looks like. But as the flying chariot took off and landed, a mighty coercion swept across the heavens and the earth, shaking the hearts and minds, and everyone knew that the saint must have arrived.
Everyone in Mingyue Lake fell to the ground, and the monks from other sects also gave half salute to Yi Jia.
The ceremony and music were high, and the atmosphere was solemn. The Mingyue Lake disciples and Yourong Yan said in unison, "Welcome the saint!"
The sound resounded through the lakes and mountains, and flocks of white birds were frightened.
The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I haven't written about the appearance of Mink and his Taoist companion, and I cried too
Xiaoyu: I just cried