I have been living in the forest for hundreds of years, and the world calls me the master of the res

"Don't dare be so presumptuous!"

Just when Song Siming closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

A sharp shout resounded throughout the cave, bringing out a wave of sound.

When Song Siming heard this, he opened his eyes. The red figure that was approaching suddenly stopped under the sound wave, and then turned into ashes and disappeared.

"Xuangui! Don't think you can trap me for much longer!

When I get out, I will kill all your Xuanshanmen! "

The terrifying figure in the Xuan Jing finally let out a harsh word, and gradually returned to calm as the Xuan Jing strengthened.

"Hu Chi... Hu Chi..."

With his life hanging by a thread, Song Siming broke into a cold sweat.

No longer caring about anything else, he picked up Ahri, who was still dazed, and ran away.

He rushed hard and turned back the way he came.

"Hey, are you so scared?"

Suddenly, Song Siming heard the previous voice sound again.

Then his body froze and he couldn't move again.

All he could do was roll his eyes around, feeling extremely panicked.

Ahri was not affected.

But Song Siming couldn't move.

Feeling anxious in his heart, he kept pulling Song Siming's hair with his little hands.

Song Siming grinned in pain.

I beg Senior Sister to let me go.

"Haha, you little devil.

How can you use your ordinary brute force to unlock this magical power of immobilization? "

The voice gradually came closer.

Song Siming looked towards the source of the sound and saw a palm-sized mountain turtle walking slowly on the ground.

The turtle's back is covered with dense green moss, and the uncovered parts have mountain and river patterns, which is extremely mysterious.

There is light blue light flashing on the four legs.

On the thumb-sized head, the tiny eyes reveal a hint of anthropomorphic smile.

"Senior, please spare my life!

My senior sister and I had no intention of disturbing our seniors, and we hope that our seniors will spare us this time. "

Song Siming knew that he had met an expert.

He hurriedly begged for mercy.

If the other party doesn't get his way, his life may be in danger.

"If you hadn't sincerely wanted to escape, I wouldn't have left you like this."

The Black Turtle's voice was as loud as a bell.

"Senior misunderstood, I just wanted to go for convenience..."

In desperation, Song Siming made a lame excuse for himself.

When he said this, even he didn't quite believe it.

"If you promise not to leave, I will unlock your magical power."

Xuangui raised his head and said.

The tone seemed a bit lonely.

"I don't want to leave, I can chat with my senior until dark!"

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to have any ill intentions towards them, Song Siming immediately felt relieved.

Following Xuan Gui's wishes, he hurriedly said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Siming felt his body relax.

An indescribable feeling of relief came.

Like a young woman who has been tied up, the pleasure of being untied.

"Tell me about Xuan Shan Sect."

Xuangui looked at Song Siming who was lying on the ground in a panic and said.

It no longer knows the last time that a disciple of the Xuanshan Sect came to visit it.

About two hundred years ago?

It seemed like only a moment had passed, and it felt so far away.

"Xuanshanmen?"

Song Siming was stunned.

All right, why is this Xuangui raising the Xuanshan Gate?

Does it have an old relationship with Xuanshan Sect?

Song Siming's head turned very fast.

I quickly figured out the key.

"Senior, do you have any history with my Xuanshan sect?"

Song Siming pretended to be a disciple of Xuanshan Sect.

After all, he was indeed invited by Xuanshan Sect.

Moreover, what I am learning now is the Xuanshan Sect’s technique.

He can definitely be regarded as half a disciple of Xuanshan Sect.

"It seems you have indeed forgotten me."

Xuangui sighed and continued: "I am the mountain-suppressing spirit beast of Xuanshan Sect. I once traveled throughout the mountains and seas with Master Xuanshan."

Song Siming had heard of the name Xuanshan Zhenren.

The boy from the Xuanshan sect said before, "Our sect's ancestor, Master Xuanshan, was a god-forming monk who famously moved the world of cultivation a thousand years ago..."

He blew the real person Xuanshan to such a high level that he could do anything.

But Song Siming said at that time, "Why did such a powerful person die?"

The question left the boy speechless.

He hesitated and said nothing for a long time.

You may also be thinking about this issue.

"It turns out to be the ancestor of the sect. The junior Song Siming is blind-sighted. I hope the ancestor can forgive me!"

Song Siming was shocked when he saw how powerful the other party was.

He immediately bowed and saluted.

Ah Li frowned at the sight.

But it was also very smart. It knew it couldn't disturb Song Siming's performance at this time, so it lowered its head and said nothing.

"Oh, you don't have to be so polite, I just haven't chatted with anyone for a long time, so I want to chat with you.

How is the sect doing now? "

Although Xuangui has been neglected for many years, he still cares about Xuanshanmen wholeheartedly.

When Song Siming heard this, he didn't know how to respond.

Learned from Master Li Cheng.

The monk who came before was Xu Qi, the sect leader of Xuanshan Sect.

If he dies, the entire Xuanshan Sect may fall apart.

Song Siming was used to seeing these things in official circles.

Once the interest structure undergoes fundamental changes.

What many people want is not to continue to maintain it, but to tear it down and start over.

However, there are only a few people in Xuanshan Sect, and there is no hope of coming back.

"The sect...is gone..."

After hesitating for a moment, Song Siming spoke.

There is no need to hide it from Xuangui.

From these long years, it should also be clear about this fact.

"Ugh……"

After a long silence, Xuangui sighed heavily.

Full of sadness and loneliness.

Song Siming didn't know how to speak, so he had to wait for it to regain its mood.

"The road is ruthless, and everything is a disaster.

It's not bad that the Xuanshan lineage has been passed down for more than a thousand years, and it is still passed down here today. "

After a long time, Xuangui finally issued a summary.

Blame it all on the avenue.

Song Siming disagreed with this.

He was poisoned by Li Cheng and believed that the Tao was ruthless, while those who cultivated it were sentimental.

Those who follow the path must have the state of mind to follow the path, and they must also have the determination to go against the path.

Xuangui blamed the incompetence of the younger Xuanshan disciples on Dao Qingrui.

It's really ridiculous.

But this is just Song Siming's inner thoughts.

On the surface, he held up his hands and said seriously: "I will live up to the wishes of our ancestors and restore my Xuanshan lineage to its former glory."

Anyone can say nice things.

And Song Siming is even better at this.

After all, before, he had to flatter King Nanjing every day.

"No, just live for yourself.

It's very dangerous here. It's better not to come here in the future. "

There was a look of relief in Xuangui's eyes.

But it knew very well that based on Song Siming's Qi refining period, he said he wanted to revive the Xuanshan Sect.

It's really a bit of a fool's errand.

It's better to be more realistic.

"I dare to ask the Patriarch, what is the mysterious crystal sealed deep in the cave?"

Ting Xuangui finally got to the point.

Song Siming asked quickly.

Just kidding, their junior brothers live nearby.

And there is actually a time bomb buried here.

It is really difficult to reassure Song Siming.

“What is sealed is a great evil.

Master Xuan Shan sealed it together with me thousands of years ago. "

Xuangui said calmly.

"What is the great evil? I seem to have never heard of it before?"

Song Siming asked in surprise.

……