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

Xuanshan Gate was once located in the southern part of the Great Zhou Dynasty and was also a famous immortal gate.

It’s just that it has completely declined over the past hundred years.

Only then did people gradually forget...

"I have also heard about your sect, alas!

Speaking of which, I met Master Xu a few years ago. "

Zhu Chuan heard that Song Siming came from the Xuanshan sect, so he decided that Song Siming's qualifications were not high.

What kind of characters can be cultivated by a sect that needs to borrow spiritual stones from other people's homes?

Thinking of the day Xu Qi came to borrow the spirit stone, the sarcastic words of the elders in his family were still fresh in his mind.

Just to collect spiritual stones for my junior sister to buy a low-level magic weapon.

Just so humble.

Zhu Zhenfa couldn't have the character of Xu Qi.

"lets change a topic.

Besides the Qinglian Sword Sect, what other sect is there to recruit disciples? "

Song Siming just used to talk about Xuanshanmen as a shield.

He didn't want to get to know this sect that had been dead for a long time.

"With Brother Song's cultivation, it is very easy to enter the Great Yi Sect, one of the top five Taoist alliances."

Zhu Chuan felt slightly puzzled when he saw that Song Siming didn't seem to understand anything.

But then I thought about the situation of Xuanshan Sect, how could I have time to understand these things.

I understood immediately and took the initiative to recommend it.

"Top five in the Dao League? Great Yi Sect?"

Song Siming listened to these strange names.

I smiled bitterly in my heart.

Uncle Mo Lian only knows more about the demon clan.

But they don’t know anything about the sects on the human side.

We can only rely on Song Siming himself.

"The top five in the Dao League refer to Qinglian Sword Sect, Qianluo Sect, Guhua Sect, Mingjing Palace, and Dayi Sect.

Each sect has different practice directions. For example, the Qinglian Sword Sect uses the sword to enter the Tao.

The Dayi Sect is mainly based on body tempering, supplemented by magical powers. "

Zhu Chuan seemed to have studied each faction deeply and talked eloquently.

While speaking, he showed a strong look of yearning.

The family's resources are limited and cannot provide them with many resources for training.

So when they reach their age, Zhu Chuan and others who are not very qualified will come out to find a sect to settle down.

It's not much different from Song Siming's current situation.

But it's not that Li Cheng deliberately wanted to do this.

There is a time bomb in the house.

I can't think of a way to dismantle it, and then everyone will have to finish playing together.

"Brother Zhu, are these two sects the only ones?"

Song Siming suddenly lost some interest when he heard that the Great Yi Sect was playing with body tempering.

It's not that Song Siming dislikes it, but the two have different styles.

Although it would be nice to build up a body of muscles, he is a swordsman.

So I want to hear what other sects are available.

“Well…all five sects of the Dao Alliance are here.

Fortunately, tomorrow is the fifteenth, and you will know where it is when you get there tomorrow morning. "

Zhu Chuan heard Song Siming's hesitation, spread his hands and explained.

He didn't expect Song Siming to be picky.

That's right, Song Siming's cultivation is approaching foundation building.

If you have slightly better qualifications, you may be able to enter Qianluo Sect.

Zhu Chuan's family has connections with the Guhua clan.

Instead, you can directly enter the Guhua Sect and start as an outer disciple.

If you break through the foundation building before the age of forty, you will still have the opportunity to be promoted to an inner disciple.

"Okay, thank you Brother Zhu for clarifying my doubts. I'll treat you to this table today!"

See you at Xunxian Temple tomorrow! "

Song Siming drank the tea in one gulp, bowed his hands to Zhu Chuan and others, and turned to leave.

He really didn't expect that the girl named Wang Ming would have such a character at such a young age.

Sure enough, except for the brothers on the mountain, no one can believe it.

Song Siming shook his head and sighed, then settled the bill with the waiter.

He returned to the inn and sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes and meditating on the way of the sword.

"Brother, which sect does Song Siming think he will go to tomorrow?"

After Song Siming left, the Zhu family brothers and sisters suddenly became active.

They were also somewhat curious about Li Cheng.

Especially when he initially said he wanted to join the Qinglian Sword Sect.

It's like someone who has just studied for a short time, shouting that he wants to be the top scorer in high school.

It's a bit ignorant.

"Why do you care so much about others? Think about how to please the manager tomorrow."

Zhu Chuan didn't have so many ideas.

It's just that I can't care about myself. The brothers and sisters are still talking about other people's affairs, and they feel helpless.

After hearing what Zhu Chuan said, several members of the Zhu family immediately became sad again.

I don’t know if the more than a thousand spiritual stones on my body can allow them to enter Guhuamen smoothly.

……

The next morning.

Song Siming suddenly opened his eyes, flashing a sharp edge.

He picked up the spirit sword and walked towards Xunxian Temple alone.

As for the spiritual fruit, Song Siming hid it as soon as he entered the city.

He has known this truth since he was sensible.

Xunxian Temple is on the mountain outside the city.

It's only three or four miles away from Fucheng.

Song Siming used his body skills and reached the foot of the mountain in a short while.

There are stone steps leading directly to Xunxian Temple at the bottom of the mountain.

When Song Siming came here before, he just thought that these smart people were really damn rich.

How much does it cost to build these stone steps from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain?

Song Siming didn't want to think about it at that time.

Looking back now, I just think it’s ordinary.

There are two stone tablets standing in front of the stone steps, each with the words "Xun Dao" and "Wen Xian" written on them.

Song Siming glanced at it and then climbed up the stone steps.

It's almost early winter, and the temperatures are getting colder.

All the way up the mountain, I didn't see any pedestrians.

The incense in this Taoist temple was not strong to begin with.

When Song Siming came over that time, he just passed by here with Prince Nanjing for an outing. He became curious and went up the mountain to have a look.

Thinking about the past, Song Siming unknowingly arrived outside the Taoist temple.

This Xunxian Temple has been established here for many years and exudes a simple atmosphere.

The whole body is sheltered under several vigorous ginkgo trees.

The slightly shabby front door was open at the moment, and several people were talking inside.

"Brother Song, this way!"

Zhu Chuan saw Song Siming coming outside the Taoist temple and hurriedly greeted him.

Song Siming raised his hand in response.

When he saw the crowd in front of the palace, he couldn't help but be surprised.

There must be at least a dozen people.

"Why so many people?"

Song Siming asked Zhu Chuan softly.

So many people mean there’s a lot of competition!

"This is quite small. The Taoist Alliance selects disciples everywhere every day.

There are millions of people in the south, and it only took half a month to find so few. Brother Song can think about the hardships involved. "

Zhu Chuan shook his head.

But one thing he didn't say was that only those whose qualifications meet the requirements of the top five sects of the Tao Alliance will be sent here.

As for other inferior ones, most of them were taken away by other sects.

For example, Wang Ming was sent here by his disciples at the beginning of the month, and was qualified to be escorted to the Guhua Sect.

"Tsk tsk..."

Song Siming looked at the eight or nine-year-old children next to him and couldn't help but feel envious.

At this age, he is still worrying about his next meal.

All I think about every day is how to survive.

There is no comparison between people...

Just as Song Siming was thinking about things, someone suddenly tapped him on his shoulder.

Song Siming turned around and was startled when he saw the person tapping him on the shoulder.

"Sir, it's really you!

I was afraid of admitting the wrong person! "

A young girl who spoke with spittle flying around was grinning happily and smirking at Song Siming.

"..."

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