"Your Excellency!" The old man shouted loudly, but Song Pingcun didn't seem to hear it, and walked straight to Qingcheng with the Seven County Lords and Wen Hui, as well as the two maids of Hongcui and Green.

The old man didn't chase after him, but just glanced deeply at Song Pingcun's back, and then turned his head to the people on the boat and said, "Today's sea view, let's stop here." After speaking, he waved his sleeves, and the green jade boat slowly sailed away from Qingyin Lake.

A burst of discussion erupted among the crowd on the shore of the lake, all speculating about Song Pingcun's identity and purpose. Some people think that he is here to provoke, and others think that he is here to test the strength of the Six Veins Academy. However, although some of the sect figures who came to see the excitement did not hear Song Pingcun's collection of sounds at the end, they heard Song Pingcun's poems and the old man shouted the words "Song Sect Master" with some trembling, and began to send messages to their respective sects.

At this time, Song Pingcun had already walked into Qingcheng with the Seven County Lords and Wen Hui and others. They didn't pay attention to the chatter of the crowd behind them, just wandered leisurely around the city. Song Pingcun sometimes pointed to a certain building and introduced historical allusions to the two women, and sometimes joked with the two women to amuse them. The two maids, Hongcui and Green, followed behind them, their faces full of happy smiles.

Although the old man on the Qingyu boat was afraid and did not follow him, their appearance had already attracted the attention of some people in Qingcheng. Among these people, there were both immortal cultivators and ordinary people, and they were all secretly observing the every move of Song Pingcun and the others.

Song Pingcun and the others seemed to be tired of shopping, so they entered a restaurant and sat down to rest. The restaurant is very lively, and all kinds of people gather together. They ordered a table of food and wine and began to taste it.

At this moment, a young man dressed in brocade clothes walked over, and he stared at the Seven County Lord and Wen Hui with burning eyes. Then he turned his head to Song Pingcun and said, "Your Excellency is so blessed to have such a beautiful wife and concubine." ”

Song Pingcun glanced up at the young man and said lightly, "Who are you?" ”

"Young Master Li of the Li family in Xiaqingcheng." The young man said proudly: "If Your Excellency is willing to give these two beauties to me, I can give you enough compensation." ”

Before Song Pingcun could make a move, Hongcui had already waved his hand, and a strong wind flew out of the Young Master Li. scolded and said, "What kind of dog thing, dare to come to the temptation?" ”

Young Master Li slammed to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Song Pingcun in horror and didn't dare to speak again. The people around were also stunned, they didn't expect that a servant girl would have such terrifying strength. Could it be a mortal realm cultivator, but this delicate appearance doesn't look like it? If you are an immortal cultivator, how can you come to a restaurant in the mortal world, and you are not afraid of defiling your immortal body?

Just then, another group of people walked in. They wore uniform costumes with the word "Zhao" embroidered on their chests. The leader was a middle-aged man, his eyes glanced around gloomily, and then fixed on Song Pingcun's body.

"Your Excellency is so bold that you dare to go wild in Qingcheng!" The middle-aged man said coldly.

Song Pingcun glanced at the middle-aged man and said lightly, "Who are you?" ”

"In Xiaqingcheng, the head of the Zhao family, Zao Wou-ki." The middle-aged man said proudly, "Your Excellency, do you want to leave like this when you beat me?" ”

"Zao Wou-Ki?" Song Pingcun almost squirted out a mouthful of food when he heard this, this is to blatantly humiliate Wujimen. He took the silk handkerchief handed over by the green clothes and wiped his mouth, "Leave your hands and feet." ”

After saying that, he lowered his head to eat and eat again, as if he was just saying a very ordinary thing.

When Hongcui heard this, her left and right hands were dispatched at the same time, and a pile of meat without hands and feet appeared in front of everyone in the restaurant.

This murderous scene came from the hand of a seemingly servant girl, which made the people in the restaurant all frightened and stupid, let alone moving their feet to escape, and they didn't even dare to move at this time. They were all silent and trembling.

Only the one named Zao Wou-Ki kept wailing in pain in the restaurant.

No one expected that Song Pingcun's first step was not to take revenge on the Eight Great Sects, but to make a big attack on mortals in Qingcheng near the sect of the Six Veins Academy, and as soon as he made a move, he was ruthless and decisive.

Li Shengjie, the head of the Six Veins Academy, had already received the message of the old man on the Qingyu boat, and when he arrived quickly, Song Pingcun had already come out of the restaurant with the two ladies and two maidservants, as if nothing had happened.

"Sect Master Song, what are you going to do here? Attack the mortal so harshly? What is the principle of heaven? Although Li Shengjie was facing an unfamiliar face, the old man had already sent the news back, so Li Shengjie was sure that the person in front of him was Song Pingcun.

"When you destroy my Wuji Gate, where is your heavenly principle?" Song Pingcun looked at Li Shengjie with a righteous and awe-inspiring face in front of him lightly, as if he was talking about someone else's business.

"Even so, it is a battle between the Immortal Sects, what does it have to do with mortals?" Li Shengjie still has an accusatory tone.

"Look at this green city, who knows how to survive? Who knows the five grains and who knows how to cultivate them? This immortal is not immortal, what is the use of keeping? Song Pingcun's big hand pointed down in a circle. There is no golden house in the book, and there is no Yan Ruyu, it is a dead book. Cholera sentient beings in the Six Veins Academy, what crime should they be guilty of? ”

"You ......" Li Shengjie was angry, this was a bite to deny the purpose of cultivating immortals in the Six Veins Academy, forgetting all things, only reading is high, so they tried their best to collect ordinary disciples, even if they couldn't practice at all, they were bound to create a Lang Lang Qiankun in the Chenming Continent who respected books. Some ordinary people who don't know how to survive die just to pave the way for the later ones to cultivate immortals, what is the crime?

"How am I?" Song Pingcun looked at Li Shengjie coldly, there was no trace of temperature in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead man, "You Six Veins Academy, you claim to be an immortal cultivation sect, but you do such a thing, do I really not know?" I said that if the Wuji Gate can be dispensed without, then there is no need for the Six Veins Academy to exist either. I won't destroy your sect today, I will only tell you the filth of your Six Veins Academy, if you don't change it, I will destroy your Six Veins Academy, and return this world to a bright world! ”

Li Shengjie was originally suppressed by Song Pingcun's momentum, but after thinking about it, if today's matter ended like this, the reputation of the Six Veins Academy would definitely be greatly hit, and that was the result that Song Ping wanted to make a big fuss in Qingcheng. "Song Pingcun, you alone dare to say anything, you still think that you are the sect master of the Wuji Sect with ten thousand people! Wujimen, a group of rat galls who didn't even dare to face and protect the sect, when did they become so bold? ”

Song Pingcun did it for the first time, but Li Shengjie didn't know that he didn't even see how Song Pingcun made a move, his head was already separated from his body, and this is not counting, the spirit and soul in the sea of consciousness were all withdrawn by Song Pingcun, and he didn't know what kind of fire was burned clean, and there was not even a trace of dust and smoke left.

In the hall of the Sect Master of the Six Veins Academy, Li Shengjie was soaked all over his body in a cold sweat, what was this just now? I obviously received the old man's message and was thinking about how to deal with it, but it seemed that I had really experienced a battle. The final result was his own death.

Song Ping was indeed very strong before he was trapped in the mountain col illusion, but it was not so strong that he couldn't even see clearly, and he was destroyed if he couldn't resist! Is this your own dream or a fantasy?

He originally planned to go to Qingcheng to have a look, but he hesitated. After Ji Zhiheng came out of the illusion, he didn't say a word more except that he had been recognized, and hurriedly returned to his Yiyuan Palace.

The next revenge of Wujimen was not stormy, but it made all the sects tremble, if they went by themselves today, would it be like a dream just now. Until now, he hadn't figured out how he showed up for no reason.

"Sect Master, Elder Liu Qingshan is back." A disciple came to report it.

Li Shengjie settled down and temporarily suppressed the panic in his heart. Liu Qingshan was the old man on the green jade boat on Qingyin Lake, and at this time, the immortal wind bones were long gone, and only a panicked look remained.

"Let him in!" Li Shengjie hurriedly said. He urgently needed to know more about Song Pingcun at the moment.

Liu Qingshan staggered into the Sect Master's Hall, and as soon as he saw Li Shengjie, he knelt down, and said in a trembling voice: "Sect Master, that Wuji Gate Song Ping exists in Qingyin Lake, and I am afraid that it will be aimed at my Six Veins Academy." ”

Li Shengjie was shocked, could it be that the dream he had just now was real? He hurriedly helped Liu Qingshan up and asked, "What happened to Qingyin Lake?" You elaborate. ”

Liu Qingshan trembled and told his experience on Qingyin Lake again, Song Pingcun's poems in the last two sentences, the content expressed in them can be understood as Song Pingcun's self-declaration, Mo Dao's morning song is beautiful, and the ancient rhyme is especially long.

"What is he doing here?" After Li Shengjie listened, his face became extremely pale, and he knew that the dream he had just now was not groundless, but some kind of omen.