salted fish soaring

Chapter 153

Head Hua sent the guests out, and in front of Qingya Scholar faced Song Qianji with a smile and said:

"In such a bitter, cold and tasteless place, our sisters have no one to talk to, so it is inevitable that we will be lonely. Fellow Daoists should come here often!"

The female cultivators behind her laughed.The voice is charming, like falling feathers gently brushing across the surface of the lake, directly drilling into people's hearts.

With cloudy temples and beautiful face, bright eyes like silk, with a variety of styles.

Qingya Scholar blushed and staggered, but he was even more ashamed because of itching, and angry because of shame:

"If we hadn't been trapped here, we would never have had any contact with these women!"

"Ridiculous, a female cultivator should be dignified and decent, how can she be so frivolous."

Having said that, I still couldn't help looking back at Qunfang.

"Why did Fellow Daoist Song go so long this time? You haven't been bewitched?" Qing Zhaidao took out a talisman, "Put it on, Fellow Daoist."

Song Qianji's eyes were clear, and he just wondered: "Pure Heart Talisman? What do I want this thing for?"

Scholars are thin-skinned and hesitate to speak clearly.Song Qianji took the knife and left.

Zi Mo chased after him and took a deep breath: "Fellow Daoists, we shouldn't care about our personal affairs! But you can't, you can't wear senior brother's clothes, wear senior brother's knife, and do undignified things outside! In the future, you will be caught by those women. Spreading the word of the repair will affect the reputation of the senior brother..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Qianji had already walked into Xianyinmen's residence.

When they disappeared, the charming eyes of the Huaxi nuns all turned cold, showing mockery instead.

"What are those boys afraid of? They run pretty fast. My sister and I have very picky tastes. Who would like to buy ordinary things?"

"Ha, it's really boring to be decent. Either you are greedy for good looks in your heart, and you say 'color is emptiness', or you are like Ziye Manjusri. In order to practice Laoshizi Kung Fu, you have lost all emotions and six desires. That is a cold god, isn't it A living person with head and tail."

"This Song Xun is different. He loves and cherishes flowers. He is neither dirty nor cold, neither sanctimonious nor blindly confident."

"That's right, although he is more likable than Ziye Manjusri, he is really dumb and unreliable."

Sect Leader Hua said indifferently: "When we watch the night tonight, find someone to go with him."

……

In front of the ice cave of Xianyin Gate, there is a curtain of curly cloud gauze, which is white and flawless, ethereal as smoke.

As Song Qianji approached, it moved automatically without wind and separated to both sides.

Seeing that Song Qianji went straight in with a grin, Zimo hastily said that he was being rude.

The female nuns of Xianyinmen came out in a file, holding green gauze lamps in their hands, and their skirts were like lotuses as they walked.

A burst of elegant and faint fragrance rushed to the face, and the scholars were suddenly shocked:

"Fairies, what a bother."

"I don't know if Fairy Miaoyan can meet you conveniently?"

Under the light of green gauze lamps, the ice surface reflects light golden brilliance, like pure glass.

The wick is hot, and the impact of cold and heat triggers bursts of white mist. The fairies carrying the lanterns wear hedges on their heads, and their figures are shrouded in clouds and mist, which seems real and unreal.

The Qingya scholars didn't leave this time, and almost squeezed Song Qianji behind.

They winked at each other:

"Just now I saw a lot of ghosts and ghosts. When the fairies came here, I really went from Pansi Cave to Immortal Palace."

"This place is elegant and tidy, and it is the place where monks should stay."

"Song Dao is friendly." A soft voice sounded.

The voice is as clear as spring water hitting a stone, and a beauty plucks the strings.

The Qingya scholars followed the sound and saw a slim figure reflected on the plain screen, elegant and noble.

The more you can't see it, the more you want to see it clearly. All the scholars stared at the screen together.

Qing Zhai bumped Song Qianji's arm, and said in a low voice, "Why are you so startled, that's Fairy Miaoyan!"

Song Qianji wasn't in a daze, the beads on his body that hadn't reacted until he entered this room didn't shine brightly.

After that, the induction was lost, and there was no more movement.

Song Qianji stood in place and nodded: "Fairy Miaoyan."

He glanced across the screen and scanned the field.

All the female cultivators wore special fences to isolate them from detection, and were covered from head to toe by clothes, with neither hands exposed.

Song Qianji couldn't see his face, let alone distinguish people, and was stunned for a moment.

This attire reminded him of the He Qingqing he met when he first met.Xianyinmen used to like to show their faces everywhere, but they don't know when it became popular to block their faces.

Wouldn't he feel awkward that Wuxiang's avatar pretended to be a female cultivator?

Even if he ran for his life in his previous life, he would not dare to pretend to be a nun by pretending to be a beggar or a fool.Because of the lack of contact and the lack of appearance, it will attract attention.

The figure behind the screen moved, instantly catching everyone's attention.

After a long wait, it came out, a beautiful face, like a bright moon shining on an ice cave.

All kinds of charming and charming, all purple and red are instantly eclipsed.

The scholars were startled, and then remembered to say hello.

Even though in recent years there have been endless debates about "Is Miaoyan the most beautiful", "If Miaoyan is not the most beautiful, what is the standard of beauty for female cultivators" and "Should there be standards for beauty?" It was worthless, but when Miao Yan really stood in front of her eyes, all the Qingya scholars still showed closeness and hospitality.

Except for Qing Zhai, Zi Mo, and a few monks who went to the Huawei Banquet with Ziye Manjusri, they had heard Miaoyan playing the pipa, seen her in a state of distress, and looked at her again and found her not that charming.

Song Qianji frowned slightly.

No, the arc of the smile is wrong.It is Miaoyan if you smile with your lips and don't smile.

Looking closely, this person's face is no different from Miao Yan's, but his movements are not as light and smooth as Miao Yan's, and his temperament also has a subtle sense of disobedience.

It's just imitating Miaoyan like a cat and a tiger, but it's not magical.

Song Qianji approached, so close that "Miao Yan" had to take a step back, and said softly, "Fellow Daoist, is there something wrong?"

"Song Daoyou, what are you doing!" Zi Mo pulled him, "Don't be presumptuous."

"I saw a fairy for the first time, and I want to take a closer look." Song Qianji turned around after speaking, and asked another female cultivator wearing a fence next to "Miaoyan":

"Can the fairy let me see?"

The female cultivator was puzzled, hesitated for a moment before lifting the veil, her face flushed slightly: "Young Daoist Song wants to see me?"

It's so strange, after watching the most beautiful woman in the world, Miaoyan, still want to see other people?

Since ancient times, green leaves have lined safflowers. Who still loves to look at green leaves after seeing safflowers.

"Offended. Thank you."

After watching it, Song Qianji asked the next female nun the same question.

His tone was serious, although he only glanced at it, he looked at it seriously, and then backed away after seeing it.

The Qingya scholars couldn't stop them, they could only collapse the sound transmission:

"It's over! The reputation of the supervisor is completely over!"

"Song Xun, what do you mean!" That "Miao Yan" called out the qin and interrupted in a cold voice.

"I'm curious." Song Qianji said.

"Fake Miaoyan" is not Formless, and he can't be sure which one is the formless clone.

Song Qianji was not in a hurry for someone who had already been killed once.This person would rather sneak into this place pretending to be a female cultivator, let's see what he wants to do.

In the previous life, there was no Xianyinmen and his party in the ice cave, let alone Miaoyan, and Wuxiang.

Fortunately, I came, Song Qianji thought.

Only with a Midnight Manjusri and a Snow Blade Knife, he can kill all the ghosts and monsters in the secret realm, and can't kill the world's greedy net.

Miao Yan paused, and said with a flick of his sleeves: "Fellow Daoist, you are rude first, forgive me that Xianyinmen can no longer receive you fellow Daoist. See off guests."

Seeing that Miaoyan was angry, the Qingya scholars apologized one after another, and hurriedly pulled Song Qianji away.

When they walked away, "Fake Miaoyan" became submissive, and walked to another female cultivator to salute.

The female cultivator said, "This Song Xun, something is wrong."

It was actually Miao Yan's voice.

Other female cultivators gathered around one after another: "Senior sister, what's wrong?"

"Looks." Miao Yan said.

"Although his behavior is a bit strange, his eyes are clear and he doesn't look like a madman." Said the female cultivator pretending to be Miao Yan.

"You don't understand." Miao Yan smiled lightly.Even with another face, her smile is flawless and dizzying,

"Although Ziye Manjusri is cold, he sees the living as he sees the living. This Song Xun seems to be gentle, but the way he looks at you is like looking at this beautiful green gauze lantern, do you understand?"

"Senior sister, I really don't understand. Why don't you go with him tonight and take a closer look at him."

Miao Yan was silent for a moment, as if thinking, all the female cultivators waited quietly.

"I'm afraid it's dangerous for you to go alone," she said at last. "I'll accompany you myself."

"Thank you, Senior Sister." The female cultivator pretending to be Miao Yan was very moved, "There is a change in the master's family, so I let Senior Sister come to this secret realm to suffer this grievance. I believe that Senior Master Wang Shu will be able to make things right. After all, the evil in this world is overwhelming!"

"That's right." Another person echoed, "As long as it succeeds this time, Jiang Yun's master and apprentice will no longer be able to dominate!"

"When we leave the secret realm, we won't have to see their masters and apprentices again. I don't know what step Uncle Shu will make. He Qingqing's group of outside dogs should all be killed!"

Miao Yan said nothing, with a cold expression.

Everyone watched their words and expressions, and stopped talking.

…………

The ice cave is not a plate of loose sand, but a ship sailing on a stormy sea.

Midnight Manjusri is at the helm of the ship. In addition to dealing with the stormy sea beasts, he also has to deal with teammates in the four cabins who have different styles and logics, trying to scramble for fresh water and smash the ship.

And as Song Xun boarded the boat, no matter what the parties thought or for what purpose, they all tacitly believed that someone should be sent to watch the night with him.

It was dark.

The silver moonlight slanted into the entrance of the cave, and in the whistling wind outside the cave, a charming singing sounded again.

Song Qianji, carrying a black knife on his back, strolled out of the courtyard like a leisurely stroll.

The Qingya scholars watched his back disappear, thinking of the previous tragic battle, they shuddered in unison.

The monks in this cave are now able to speak and move, but they all have minor or serious hidden wounds on their bodies.

"Song Daoyou said that we don't need to go there." Zi Mo said anxiously, "We really don't want to go?"

Another little disciple said: "I think I'm going, he's unreliable! This man said he came to help us get out of trouble, but he didn't do anything serious after he came, he just went to the crowd of female nuns! Could looking at beautiful women solve our predicament? ?”

Qing Zhai thought for a while: "I don't think Song Daoyou is like a lustful person, and female cultivators get along well with him."

"That's to save face for Senior Supervisor! Now everyone knows that he is a friend of Supervisor Qingya, but he doesn't cherish Senior Brother's reputation so much!"

Song Qianji walked out of the ice cave to bask in the moon, breathed in the fresh air, and stretched his waist holding the Xueren knife.

The rough protective array arranged at the entrance of the cave is like a translucent shield with cracks already appearing on it.

There is a passage in the center for one person to enter and exit.

Every night in the past, Ziye Manjusri stood here alone, silently waving his saber.

One man guards the gate, and ten thousand men cannot open it.

No matter how many injuries you suffer, how many times your bones are broken, you can't retreat or get tired.

The night is dark, the singing is approaching, and the mountains are densely packed with spirits.

Song Qianji stood here, thinking of the blood shed by the two of them in the previous life.

He looked up at the moon, smiled suddenly, and swung the knife.

"Whoa!"

The paper-like protective array shattered.