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

Tongzhou Prefecture.

Under the vast mountains, there is a huge city next to the Nanjiang River.

A black city wall more than thirty feet high surrounds and protects the entire city.

The wall is covered with little moss, as if telling its endless vicissitudes.

It is also surrounded by dozens of county towns, large and small, and countless villages and towns.

Therefore, Tongzhou Fucheng was created, the most prosperous place in the southern territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Countless people are working here to make a living.

All kinds of joys and sorrows are staged every day.

Just like the mortal world...

Standing under the shadow of the city wall, looking up at the still majestic city.

"I am back……"

Song Siming whispered to himself and followed the huge crowd into Tongzhou Fucheng.

"Newly baked hot pancakes, ten cents each!"

"Our store has a new tea on sale. Sir, would you like to take a look?"

"Sesame paste, sesame paste, nourishes the liver and kidneys. It only costs [-] yuan a bowl."

"We have the best quality cloth in Xuji. We have all kinds of silks, silks and satins. There is a special offer at the moment. A piece of linen is on sale for [-]% off. It only costs [-] yuan!"

When you walk into Fuchengfang City, the first thing you hear are shouts.

Vendors carrying burdens yelled vigorously along the street.

I am afraid that my voice will not be heard over other colleagues.

From the food stalls on both sides of the road, a strong aroma is constantly coming from.

Two or three beggars held broken bowls and begged repeatedly to the noble ladies and ladies who passed by.

But he provoked a beating from the servants.

Listening to the beggars' screams of pain, Miss Fu let out a silvery laugh and said that the beating was good.

The people on the street didn't care at all.

They kept company in twos and threes, and sometimes stopped at the stalls to buy their favorite products.

Occasionally I would stop and look at the buskers on the street, and shout hello to others.

"Shopkeeper, is the previous Songji Bookshop no longer there?"

Song Siming stopped for a long time, then went to a rice shop opposite and asked.

Although he had been mentally prepared, Song Siming couldn't help but feel a little sad when he saw that his home was gone.

“Well, I heard that the man from that family died.

After the funeral, his mother-in-law remarried the next month and sold the shop.

What, you have an old relationship with the Song family? "

The store owner is a young man, and his eyes wander when he speaks.

It fell directly on the lady along the street.

Seeing Song Siming's polite attitude, he didn't think too much and told everything.

After all, when Song Siming was here, everyone had a pretty good relationship.

Now that he saw the drastic changes in the Song family, he felt sad.

"Remarried?"

Song Siming was a little stunned when he heard this.

Anyway, a couple of days is a hundred days of grace.

Even if Song Siming was really dead and his body was still cold, how could she dare to be so heartless?

"Yes, I am married to a scholar. I heard that she is pregnant."

This young shopkeeper was also very gossipy. Seeing Song Siming's expression, he identified him as an old member of the Song family.

Then he told him everything he knew.

Afraid that Song Siming could not hear clearly, he said the last sentence extremely loudly.

"..."

Song Siming turned around silently and looked at the shop where he had devoted all his efforts.

Now it has become a gangfang branch.

The strong contrast between reality gave Song Siming a sense of absurdity.

"Brother?"

The shopkeeper had just looked away from the Yi Bo Tao woman and was about to chat with Song Siming for a few more words.

Unexpectedly, Song Siming's figure had disappeared.

There was a piece of gold lying on the pile of grains next to where he stood.

evening.

Song Siming was sitting in a teahouse, drinking tea alone.

Originally he wanted to drink.

But I thought about going to Xunxian Temple not far from here tomorrow.

Wine becomes tea.

Song Siming did not see his wife.

I didn't want to bother her at first, I just wanted to give her some spiritual fruits secretly.

I heard Master Uncle Mo Lian say that this spiritual fruit is of great benefit to mortals.

It is not impossible to get rid of hidden diseases in the body and extend your life for decades.

But now he seems to have become a redundant existence.

Song Siming only found the concubine who had returned to her parents' home and secretly put down a few gems.

These things are still Uncle Mo Lian's treasures.

They were all placed on the mountain at the back, and Song Siming grabbed a large handful when he came down the mountain.

"Sir, can these guests share a table with you?"

While he was reminiscing about many past events, the waiter suddenly stepped forward and interrupted Song Siming's contemplation.

Song Siming looked up and saw that the waiter was leading several young men and women in brocade robes.

"It's okay!"

Song Siming glanced at the seats around him and nodded to the waiter.

"Thank you for your understanding, sir. Those of you, please take a seat..."

The waiter smiled gratefully at Song Siming.

They arranged for these men and women to sit down, and then turned around to prepare tea and food.

Song Siming glanced at the men and women sitting down.

They all have the aura of spiritual power about them.

Like Song Siming, they are both monks.

It's just that most of them are not very advanced, and the tallest man is only at the fifth level of Qi refining.

"Do you also want to go to Xunxian Temple?"

The man at the fifth level of Qi Refining was the first to speak.

Obviously they also felt the spiritual power of Song Siming.

"Well, a casual cultivator wants to try his luck."

Song Siming was reminded by Mo Lian that he must be cautious when dealing with cultivators outside.

So his reaction was relatively cold and not too enthusiastic.

"I wonder which immortal sect you want to join?"

Song Siming wanted to avoid causing trouble, but these men and women refused to let him go.

One of the women at the fourth level of Qi Refining asked.

His tone was full of curiosity.

"Qinglian Sword Sect."

Song Siming glanced at her and said calmly.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of these men and women were suddenly stunned.

Seeing their appearance, Song Siming couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"what happened?"

Song Siming asked while drinking hot tea.

"Brother, this Qinglian Sword Sect is not easy to get into!

I heard that the qualification requirements are extremely high, and in addition, you also need to resonate with the spirit sword during the Qi refining period!

I heard that this year, the Qinglian Sword Sect only accepted three disciples from various countries in the East.

None of them are evil geniuses. "

After hearing Song Siming's initiative to ask the question, the man at the fifth level of Qi Refining who spoke at the beginning explained.

The words were very tactful, which indirectly explained that not everyone can enter the Qinglian Sword Sect.

"Then... besides the Qinglian Sword Sect, are there any other sects?"

Song Siming didn't expect this to happen, and suddenly felt guilty.

He considers himself to be very good at swordsmanship.

But he is not so arrogant that he can overpower all the geniuses in the world.

However, if Li Cheng knew what Song Siming was thinking at this moment, he would definitely regret improving his qualifications.

Brother, you have such qualifications and talents!

Not to mention the Qinglian Sword Sect, you can even enter the Taoist Saint Sect in Yunning Prefecture!

"Brother, let me introduce myself first. We are juniors of the Zhu family, a cultivation family in the southern part of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

My name is Zhu Chuan, and these are my younger brothers and sisters. "

Zhu Chuan's words were polite, and he also saw that Song Siming was easy to talk to, so he wanted to make friends.

Unlike other monks who put on a bad face all day long.

Everyone seems to owe him [-] million.

"Xuanshan Gate, Song Siming."

Song Siming said casually.

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