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Party all night.

Early the next morning, Qing Cang and Xiao Yuan were the first to leave.

They are going to Shiwanda Mountain in Yongcang Prefecture.

Unlike other states there, the demon clan can sit on an equal footing with all other clans.

There are even more powerful monsters guarding it.

There will be no human persecution.

And Yongcang Prefecture is almost tens of millions of miles away from the Yuning Prefecture's eastern wasteland and meteoric mountains.

Even if you learn the magic power of shrinking into an inch.

It also takes several days to get there.

Not to mention Qing Cang and Xiao Yuan who only have foundation building strength.

But this route was provided by Mo Lian.

The journey should be smooth and without any problems.

After Qing Cang and the others left, Xiao Qing and Ah Li followed closely behind.

The two of them were looking for Mo Lian in the southern border of Yunning Prefecture.

There is also a place where the demon clan is entrenched, and there is also a large sect of the demon clan.

Mo Lian went there this time just to pave the way for Xiaoqing and Ah Li and open up a relationship.

So that they can enter the main sect.

Song Siming bid farewell to his brothers and sisters one by one.

In the end, he was the only one going down the mountain alone.

"Junior brother, take these with you."

Xiaoyue took out a baggage and handed it to Song Siming.

Song Siming touched the heavy spiritual fruits inside, at least hundreds of them.

"Thank you, senior sister! Then junior brother is gone, you... take care of yourself!"

Song Siming didn't refuse. He didn't want Xiaoyue to still worry about this in the end.

So he accepted it, squeezed out a smile and said to Xiaoyue.

At this time, all the junior brothers and sisters behind Xiaoyue stepped forward to say goodbye to Song Siming.

"Brother, we will meet soon!"

Xiaozhu, who had already received Li Cheng's instructions, said.

Song Siming didn't know what he meant, so he just smiled and shook his head.

After saying goodbye to them one by one, Song Siming turned around resolutely and walked out of the sect.

Go down the mountain.

Suddenly, Song Siming heard some movement from the sect.

He looked back and saw Li Cheng standing in front of the sect, waving goodbye to him.

"Master!"

Song Siming couldn't hold it any longer and fell to his knees with sobs.

He kowtowed three more times to Li Cheng.

"How many times have I told you not to kneel!

Remember, after you come down from the mountain, you are not allowed to mention anything here to outsiders, otherwise don’t blame me for not recognizing you as a disciple! "

Li Cheng said sternly.

Song Siming nodded, wiped his eyes and stood up.

He glanced at Li Cheng, bowed, and turned to leave.

"It's getting cold... remember to wear more clothes from now on..."

Li Cheng's voice came from behind again.

Song Siming's body trembled slightly, but he quickly left the mountain without looking back.

……

Along the mountain road, Song Siming went to the small mountain village at the foot of the mountain.

When King Nanjing's group left, the village and camp had been burned to the ground.

Only wooden wreckage was left everywhere.

Song Siming did not stop here. He took one last look at the Desolate Meteor Mountains.

Then he jumped away and went to a town a hundred miles away.

He has already reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, and this journey only takes an hour.

If it's foundation building, I'm afraid it won't even take half an hour.

All I can say is that the only thing that can fly is the cow.

As soon as Song Siming entered the town, he heard the sound of gongs and drums filling the streets.

Song Siming had not felt the fireworks in the world for a long time.

I couldn't help but feel dazed for a moment.

“Store, what day is today?

Why is it so lively? "

Song Siming went to sit down in a teahouse in the town and said to the middle-aged man standing outside the shop watching the excitement.

"Xiao Wu! Xiao Wu!

A visitor is coming, don’t you know how to say hello?

The prodigal daughter! "

The store owner, who was looking at it with great interest, suddenly came back to his senses when he heard Song Siming's question.

He first smiled kindly at Song Siming, then darkened his face and yelled at the teahouse.

"Coming, Daddy!"

As the store owner's voice fell, a girl immediately walked out of the room.

She was about eleven or twelve years old. She had a cloth shawl on her shoulders and a small hat on her head.

As soon as he came out, he smiled silly at Song Siming.

The owner shook his head helplessly when he saw this and continued to watch the excitement on the street.

"What kind of tea does your guest want?"

The waiter named Xiao Wu saw that although Song Siming was wearing shabby clothes, his temperament was extraordinary.

Just like those storyteller uncles, the Jianghu heroes they talk about.

Xiao Wu's tone became much softer.

"Just hot tea from the kettle."

Song Siming listened to the commotion in the distance and spoke.

He hadn't drank for a long time and was thinking too hard.

After all, in the mountains, everything you eat every day is big fish and meat.

My stomach is very greasy...

"Okay, let me serve you a pot of white eyebrow tea.

It was originally [-] cents, but now it’s a seasonal discount and only costs [-] cents! "

Seeing that there was a stranger to be killed, Xiao Wu quickly used his usual tricks to deceive Song Siming.

The price of dozens of coins was said to be one hundred coins.

Song Siming smiled softly when he heard this, and took out a grain of gold sand the size of a fingernail from his pocket.

"Is it enough?

There is no need to have white eyebrows, come to Hudong March. "

While Song Siming was wandering around in the market, this little girl didn't know where she was.

But Song Siming didn't bother to care.

Anyway, worldly things are already very far away from him.

"Your Majesty, you are really generous. Please sit down for a while, and I will fry Dong San March!"

When Xiao Wu saw the grain of gold sand, his eyes suddenly lit up.

My mouth almost burst from laughter.

If such big guests come a few more times, her dowry will be ready!

"Little girl, is there a wealthy family getting married in your town today?"

Seeing Xiao Wu making tea carefully at the tea table, Song Siming asked about this topic again.

"No, this is the young lady from Wang Yuan's maternal family. I heard that she has the qualifications to practice and has attracted the attention of the immortal masters.

From now on, people will be immortals!

The Wang family is celebrating. They held a flowing banquet for three days, and my teahouse was completely empty..."

When the little girl heard that Song Siming didn't know about this, she took the initiative to explain it to Song Siming.

The tone was full of envy.

I heard that Miss Wang is close to her in age.

However, not only do others have good family backgrounds, they also have good opportunities.

There is no comparison between people...

"Oh? Do you know which immortal master he is from?"

Song Siming was worried about how to get the Foundation Establishment Pill.

I didn’t expect to encounter this as soon as I got off the mountain.

You can start from here.

"Sir, how do I know this?

After you finish drinking tea, you can go to the palace to have a look.

I heard that Miss Wang is still at home. "

Xiao Wu started talking excitedly, with spittle flying from his mouth.

Song Siming saw clearly that many of them fell into the tea that had just been fried.

Song Siming's face couldn't help but twist slightly.

"Sir, where did you come from?"

Seeing Song Siming's silence, Xiao Wu took the initiative to find a topic.

"Tongzhou Fucheng."

Song Siming skillfully introduced himself to his family.

The Nanjing Prince's Mansion is in Tongzhou Fucheng, and of course Song Siming's home is also there.

The words "Desolate Meteor Mountain" have become taboo in Song Siming's heart.

"It's so far! It has to be hundreds of miles, right?"

Xiao Wu has never traveled far.

Very yearning for the outside world.

Deeply influenced by storytellers and novels.

I want to be a heroine with a sword.

But the reality made her worry about her dowry.

Song Siming was really impressed by this little girl.

Just talk, what are you talking about over the tea?

Is it tea or her saliva that I drink later?

……