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

"What's good?"

Song Siming asked bluntly.

Anyway, the only master he recognized was Li Cheng.

"If you hang out in the sect for a year or two, I guarantee you will become a deacon.

There will be delicious food and spicy food, and you will be very happy! "

Qin Zhen said secretly to Song Siming without caring about his identity as an elder.

After saying that, he sat down and crossed his legs, looking at the outer disciples coming and going with a smile on his face.

"..."

I didn’t expect that this sect would be as elegant as the officialdom.

Song Siming was silent for a moment and said, "I want to stay for a while before talking."

When he first arrived, Song Siming didn't want to stand aside rashly.

He is not a fool, and he will not worship the mountains randomly.

Let’s stabilize first.

"I don't see that you are quite wealthy.

No matter, if you want to change your mind, just come to me.

Come, come and take an oath with me first. "

Qin Zhen could see what Song Siming was thinking, but he didn't have much thought.

If fate has not yet arrived, you cannot force it.

So he got up and led Song Siming to stand outside a small formation in the side hall.

"This is called the awareness formation, it can penetrate the soul.

If you are possessed by a demon or possessed by an evil cultivator, this formation will see through it.

If you have any problems at that time, the old Taoist will personally take action and kill you on the spot! "

Qin Zhen asked Song Siming to go to the formation and said with a smile.

But at the last sentence, Song Siming clearly felt a murderous intention coming from him.

This old guy means business.

Song Siming didn't care at all.

Let the blue light curtain of the awareness formation pass through the body generously.

After confirming that there was no problem, Qin Zhen led Song Siming to the statue of Patriarch Qinglian in the middle of the disciple hall, which was full of incense.

"Kneel down and dictate the oath of initiation to me."

Qin Zhen first bowed to the statue of his ancestor, and then asked Song Siming to kneel on the futon as a routine.

Prepare for Song Siming to officially start.

Song Siming already knew this step from Tang Zijiangkou.

So he didn't resist and knelt on the futon with a solemn expression.

But all I could think about was Li Cheng.

"Disciple Song Siming, I am here today to join the Qinglian Sword Sect!

Taking it as our own duty to glorify our sect, we are willing to respect the aspirations of our ancestors and to promote the great road!

If there is any violation, ten thousand swords will kill you and you will never be seen again! "

Song Siming followed Qin Zhen and swore an oath.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Siming felt a mysterious feeling welling up in his heart.

Looking at the surrounding scenery, it seems to be more pleasing to the eye.

"This is an oath. Except for occasions like this, please don't swear randomly in the future, otherwise you will suffer."

Seeing Song Siming finish saying the oath of entry, Qin Zhen became closer to Song Siming.

I gave a special explanation to Song Siming.

Song Siming nodded, Mo Lian had already told him about this kind of thing.

"That Yantong, come and settle this new junior brother."

Seeing that his work was done, Qin Zhen shouted again and asked someone to take Song Siming away.

"Hey, this girl has the same surname as you and is very good-looking. You have to seize the opportunity."

After shouting, Qin Zhen secretly smiled evilly at Song Siming.

Song Siming rolled his eyes when he heard this.

Please, he is here to learn skills, not to fall in love.

Otherwise, he would have chosen Mirror Palace long ago.

There is Ming Moqing, the four fairies of Yunning Prefecture.

Doesn't her body smell better?

"Disciple has met Elder Qin."

Thinking about it, a young woman with a cold face, wearing the deacon uniform of an outer disciple, came forward.

She held a sword in her hand, and simply rolled up her black hair, tied it behind her head, and fixed it with a few peach wood hairpins.

The bangs were combed to the left and right, revealing a warm jade-like forehead, a small and proud nose, slightly moist red lips, and different-colored pupils.

His demeanor and actions seemed to express the word "serious person" clearly written on him.

"Yantong, this is the disciple who just came today, named Song Siming.

Just take him to the door and settle down. "

Qin Zhen arranged it seriously.

Song Siming was speechless when he saw this, this old guy!

"Okay, then Junior Brother Song, please come with me."

Song Yantong looked at Song Siming, looked at him carefully and said.

Her voice was a little clear, but her words were precise.

It always sounds uncomfortable.

Song Siming didn't think much, picked up a large bag of Pei Yuan Fruit and followed her, leaving the disciple hall in the eyes of many outer disciples.

After leaving the disciple hall, Song Yantong first took Song Siming to the outer sect warehouse and received two sets of summer and winter style outer sect disciple uniforms.

Then he took Song Siming around the outer door.

Introducing various buildings to the outer gate for Song Siming.

Such as the outer kitchen, Wenjian Pavilion, accommodation area, spiritual plant garden, etc...

"Every day you have to get up at Mao hour and go to the dojo to do homework for an hour.

After you finish your homework, you can go to the kitchen to eat.

Then I have to go to the sword pavilion to practice the Qinglian Sword Technique. The time is uncertain.

In the afternoon, you can get some errands to do and earn some spiritual stones..."

Song Yantong explained the daily affairs of the outer disciples very responsibly.

Song Siming was stunned for a while.

Why is there so much to do?

What I talked about in the mountains before was just to act spontaneously.

If you want to practice, practice. If you don't want to, just lie down and sleep in the mountain stream.

"I'll call you tomorrow morning. This is your residence. Just rest today."

Song Yantong didn't care whether Song Siming heard it or not.

She brought Song Siming to a house and said seriously.

"I understand, Senior Sister Song."

Song Siming thought that he would settle for now, so let's do this for now.

After glancing at Song Siming, Song Yantong said nothing more, nodded and left with Yu Jian.

"Junior Brother Song."

Just when Song Siming wanted to go into the house to take a rest, a familiar voice came from behind him.

Looking back, who could it be if it wasn't Zeng Qing?

"Senior Sister Zeng, why are you like this?"

Song Siming couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Zeng Qing.

Didn't she go to some spiritual peak?

"Of course I'm here, I'm just an outer disciple.

I just felt your breath, so I thought of coming over and taking a look. "

Zeng Qing said calmly.

Both of them were inherited by the Xuanshan Sect.

Now that they are under the same sect, in a sense, the two of them should take care of each other.

He can be considered a fellow countryman.

"Then Senior Sister Zeng comes in to talk."

Song Siming did not feel the same way as Zeng Qing.

Although Xu Qi was not killed by Song Siming, he was a disciple of Li Cheng and therefore learned the Xuanshan Sect's techniques.

It has its own cause and effect.

If possible, Song Siming really wanted to draw a clear line with Zeng Qing.

It's best not to have any contact with each other until death.

"No need, junior brother, let's rest today.

I live over there, if you need anything, just come to me. "

Zeng Qing shook his head and pointed to a house in the distance.

She came here just to say hello to Song Siming.

Song Siming nodded when he heard this. He did need some time.

Come and digest what you saw and heard today on your own.

After Zeng Qing left, Song Siming opened the door and entered this small house with a single courtyard.

This house has ancient bricks and colorful tiles, and all the decorations are very particular.

Song Siming was not interested in studying the secrets of Feng Shui. He placed Pei Yuan Guo under the bed, lay down and carefully sorted out his future plans.

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