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

"Sir, welcome to come again next time!"

Xiao Wu waved his hands and said loudly to Song Siming's back with a smile.

This was the first time she saw a customer who ordered such expensive tea but didn't take a sip.

What a waste, she had to drink it herself.

Song Siming rolled his eyes when he heard the shouting behind him.

Thanks to his good temper, if it were Junior Brother Black Bear on the mountain, I'm afraid the store would be wiped out by you.

Retracting his mind, Song Siming followed the excitement and went to the front of Wang's Mansion.

Along the way, there was a buzz of people, and the aroma of wine and vegetables hit our faces.

The beggars at several tables were stroking their round bellies, their mouths were full of oil, and they were still calling for food and rice.

I’m really not afraid of dying!

There were several theater stages nearby, with gongs and drums beating and various operas being sung, and people kept cheering.

The children were happily running and playing in the streets.

What a lively scene.

But I don’t know how much the Wang Yuanwai’s family property will shrink in these three days.

"Brother, the banquet is outside the house. If you want to eat, just find a place to sit down.

The inner banquet is for receiving close relatives and friends of the house, not foreign guests. "

As soon as he reached the gate of the palace, two young servants came forward and stopped Song Siming.

Their tone of voice was calm, and they did not make fun of Song Siming because of his shabby clothes.

"Please tell me that the disciples of the Xuanshan Sect have come to pay a visit to Miss Wang."

Song Siming knew that this would happen, so he revealed his identity again.

With Xuangui certification, who dares to say that it is a fake?

In fact, Song Siming obtained the inheritance of Xuanshan Sect.

He can indeed be regarded as a disciple of Xuanshan Sect.

But if Xu Qi from Quanxia knew about it, I don’t know how he would feel.

"Xuanshanmen?"

The two servants were startled and looked at Song Siming again.

After the two finally looked at each other, one person opened the door and walked in.

Song Siming was not in a hurry and turned around to look at the drunken people outside the house.

For them, this is a once-in-a-century good thing.

It would be a real shame if you don't enjoy it.

Just like losing a few taels of silver, you can feel distressed for several years.

Soon, there were rapid footsteps at the door of the mansion.

A middle-aged man in brocade clothes walked out of the door.

"Are you really the Immortal Master of Xuanshan Sect?"

When the middle-aged man saw Song Siming, he immediately asked.

Song Siming smiled, and the spiritual sword on his back was unsheathed with a clang.

Amid the exclamations of others, it spun around twice and a half, and finally landed firmly in Song Siming's hands.

This spiritual sword is still Xu Qi's magic weapon.

The previous flame wave impact on Qing Cang's body almost caused it to fuse directly.

But he also lost his spirituality from then on.

But in the hands of Song Siming, with the blessing of many talents.

Even a branch can be used as a sharp sword by Song Siming.

"I was passing by here and I heard that the lady of your house has entered the path of immortality. I became a little interested, so I wanted to join in the fun."

Song Siming opened his eyes wide and told lies.

Liar, this is his old profession.

"Please, Master Immortal, I am Wang Chong, the head of the Wang family."

When Wang Chong saw that Song Siming was able to wield a sword, he had completely recognized Song Siming's identity.

Quickly welcome Song Siming into the house.

Song Siming entered the Wang family's mansion and found that the bustle inside was completely different from the outside.

Maybe because of his status, it is impossible to have a banquet all day long like outside, but it seems a bit deserted.

"Master Immortal, please sit here for a moment while I call the little girl to come over."

Wang Chong led Song Siming to an elegant teahouse.

He said politely to Song Siming.

Then he turned around and left, winking at the two maids behind him before leaving.

The latter understood, immediately poured water to make tea, and served Song Siming.

Smelling the fragrance in the tea room, Song Siming imitated Li Cheng, sitting on the table with his eyes closed and meditating.

Soon a voice came, bringing out a beautiful shadow.

"Wang Ming has met senior!"

She wore a form-fitting light blue skirt, and her green hair was tied into a cross bun, securely tied with a white lotus-shaped hosta.

The appearance, which has not yet bloomed, is already somewhat stunning.

It's just that his expression is cold and he doesn't look so likable.

Song Siming felt that Xiao Wu in the teahouse, who was similar to her in age, was more memorable.

"I'm sorry to bother you when I'm passing by today. I wonder what Xianmen my little friend has entered?"

Song Siming didn't plan to make up his mind and started talking directly.

He is now eager to join a sect and wait until he gets the Foundation Establishment Pill.

"Guhuamen, I wonder if seniors know?"

Wang Ming looked at Song Siming and said casually.

To be honest, when Wang Ming saw Song Siming for the first time.

I just feel disgusted in my heart.

He is obviously a cultivator, but he is dressed so sloppily.

And Xuanshanmen Wang Ming knew it.

A joke about being a sect leader during the foundation building period.

How can it be compared with Guhuamen, the top three in the Dongtu Dao League?

Seeing Song Siming's puzzled expression, Wang Ming felt even more disdainful.

She has excellent aptitude, and I heard she has the potential to bend water.

If you practice hard for a few years, you will definitely be able to build a foundation.

This is what the senior Guhuamen who was responsible for the reception said.

The Song Siming in front of her looked young.

But in the future, I will just look up to her as an ordinary character.

"Then do you know where the seniors from Guhua Sect are?"

Who is Song Siming?

Judging from Wang Ming's movements and tone, she probably already knew what she was thinking.

This girl is looking down on him!

However, Song Siming was too lazy to care about this. He just wanted to join a random sect.

"Senior also wants to join my Guhua sect?"

Wang Ming heard what Song Siming meant.

He became more and more disdainful of Song Siming.

Toad also wants to eat swan meat?

"Sigh... The sect has undergone drastic changes. It is too difficult to be a casual cultivator now, so I want to give it a try."

Song Siming pretended to sigh, as if he had really experienced the drastic changes in Xuanshan Sect.

His expression became sad.

Wang Ming saw Song Siming's expression and thought it was funny.

Want to try?

Do you have the qualifications?

"My senior from the Guhua Sect has returned to the sect a few days ago, but the disciples from the Qinglian Sword Sect are still there.

Seniors, if you are willing, you can give it a try. "

Wang Ming pretended to think for a while, and then spoke to Song Siming seriously.

In fact, the people from Guhuamen didn’t leave at all.

It's just that Wang Ming wants to play Song Siming.

The Qinglian Sword Sect is the largest sect in the East, and even geniuses like her are shut out.

Song Siming, a disciple of Po Xuan Shan Sect, had no chance of entering.

"Oh? Then where are they now?"

When Song Siming heard this, he immediately became excited.

Since awakening his aptitude last night, Song Siming now closes his eyes and seems to see him practicing his sword.

And Xuan Shan Sect's Xuan Guang Sword Technique was completely comprehended by him.

Xu Qi was not proficient in the evil-killing sword formation, but Song Siming was able to use it easily.

Now I hear the words Qinglian Sword Sect.

There is no doubt that the other party is very compatible with Song Siming.

Just because everyone is a swordsman!

"Tongzhou Fucheng, Xunxian Temple."

Wang Ming answered quickly.

She could already imagine Song Siming's devastated expression after being rejected.

The injustice she once suffered must be experienced by others.

Song Siming was startled, he had been there before.

But at that time, he never cared about such illusory things.

It happened that Song Siming also had to go back to Fucheng to take a look, and everything came together.

"Thank you for informing me, little friend, here are two spiritual fruits, please accept them.

We'll meet again someday! "

Song Siming took out two spiritual fruits that were flowing with colored light, placed them on the tea table, and smiled at Wang Ming, who was slightly dazed.

Song Siming immediately stood up and disappeared from the spot with a movement of his body.

Wang Ming was left looking at the two spiritual fruits, silent for a long time.

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