"Seakers, please!" Wearing a golden crown and a black robe, the middle-aged man with a majestic spirit walked out of Lingxiu Villa with a white crystal ball in his hand and greeted Song Si in person.

Glancing at the owner, Song Si only felt that this person's martial arts cultivation was unfathomable, nodded, entered the villa, came to the hall, and the two sat down separately.

Two veiled maids walked into the living room, brewed tea for them, offered them spiritual fruits, lit incense, and then slowly withdrew.

After tasting a sip of tea, Song Sixin said well, put down the teacup, and looked at the main seat. In the Immortal Master Building, he just reported Mu Weiming's name, and he could pass it here when he turned around, this owner is not simple.

"Fellow seekers, is the tea in the Villa acceptable?" the owner asked tentatively.

"Not bad. If the owner has anything to say, just say it. Song Si continued to speak in a gloomy tone, to be honest, he was very unhappy with using this tone in his heart, and he felt too tired to do so.

"To tell you the truth, Jing Qian, who is one of the three elders of the Holy Hand Alliance, invited the seekers to come to wake up from the murder of the new thief god Yun of this sect. Jing Qian was sure that Mu Weiming, as a qualified person in the Demon Dao, would inevitably take revenge when he was suddenly offended by Yun Mengxing, so he actively wooed him, as for why he didn't take action in person, it is unknown.

Song Si was happy in his heart, the elder of the Holy Hand Alliance wanted to kill the Holy Hand Alliance thief god, which one was singing, but as Mu Weiming, he shouldn't know this, so he continued to say gloomily: "Oh, what's the benefit?"

Hearing this, Jing Qian knew that there was a play, so he immediately took out a small Qiankun bag, put it on the maid's tray, and handed it to Song Si.

This is a deposit, and after the deed is completed, there will be a generous reward. Jing Qian held the white crystal ball in his hand, and his heart was settled.

Glancing at the small Qiankun bag, there was no more, no less, it happened to be two thousand medium-grade spirit stones, a Kunxu Star Map Jade Jane and some rare materials. The Xingchen Sand in the material, the purple gilt made Song Si happy in his heart, what was really missing, he was trying to forge a flying sword, this Xingchen Sand was one of the rarest materials Song Si needed.

"Okay, Ben Dao agreed!" Song Si accepted the small Qiankun bag, "If there is nothing else, Poor Dao will leave first." ”

"Seaker, please!" Jing Qian got up and sent Song Si away.

Song Si walked, Jing Qian's face sank, and he walked into the secret room behind the villa with a white crystal ball.

In the dark secret room, the moment Jing Qian entered, blue and pink light lit up, reflecting the owners of the two crystal balls, Tang Sanpao and Yinli Sheng, among the three elders of the Holy Hand Alliance.

"Are you sure the person you're looking for this time is reliable?" said Lisheng suspiciously.

Jing Qian walked to the long table, pulled out a chair and sat down: "People in the Demon Dao, I will repay you, I believe in this person." ”

"The news came to report, this Mu Weiming didn't seem to be an ordinary demon cultivator, and he was fighting with Yun Mengxing, and he almost didn't use the Dao method. The blue light of the crystal ball in Tang San's gunner's hand flickered, fully indicating his distrust of Song Si's strength.

"Hmph, if it weren't for the restriction on us, this seat would have killed him now!" Jing Qian said hatefully: "In addition, Yun Mengxing's strength is getting stronger and stronger, once it is completely beyond our control, the entire Holy Hand Alliance will be destroyed by him." ”

Yin Lisheng groaned: "The members of the Holy Hand Alliance who came to Kunxu Star have already been brought under his command by three layers, which is very unfavorable to us. ”

Silence, silence, silence is oppressive.

After a long time, Jing Qian broke the silence in the darkness and said lightly: "I'm ready to make a move!"

"Elder Jing, you're not afraid of ?...," Lisheng said worriedly.

"Hmph, can't you kill him, can't you kill the people around him?" With that, the white crystal ball dimmed, and Jing Qian left the table and walked out of the secret room.

After Song Si left Shuixiu Villa, he looked at Kunxu Xingyujian, and there was a big city three thousand miles to the west, which was Xianjing, the capital of the Western Qin Kingdom. Just near Xianjing, there was a teleportation array that could lead to the nearby Frost City, where the monks of the Nine Kingdoms gathered.

"Frost City, maybe you can also get the news of the Holy Buddha Cicada, and by the way, you also need to buy a few copies of the Demon Dao Exercises to study. Song Si smiled and disappeared into the vast forest.

"If you lose it, go back and report it to the young master. The two monks came out of the bushes, looked in the direction where Song Si had disappeared, and released a paper crane. The white light was long, and the paper crane flew towards Mu Wangcheng like a streamer.

Divine sense scanned the four directions, and when he found that no one was following him, Song Si immediately changed into his original blue and white cloud pattern robe, his black hair returned to silver and white, and he rose up with his sword and galloped away.

Song Si, who finally didn't have to "perform" the ghost step anymore, lifted his disguise, and regained his self let out a long sigh.

"Xianjing, this name is really strange. Song Si lowered his flying sword and strode towards the city gate, and the mortals on the side of the road got out of the way.

What a magnificent capital, but unfortunately I couldn't go to the Daming Jingshi to take a look, I can't compare, Song Si sighed in his heart, passed through the guò level, and entered the city.

"The Qinglian Zodiac Palace is about to open, and more and more young talents will come to Xianjing, are you still so leisurely?" The handsome young man on the city tower, Murong Chen, the prince with a different surname in Western Qin, glanced at the sword-hugging young man beside him, and elegantly drank the wine in the cup.

The sword-hugging boy didn't say a word, but continued to feel his sword intent, deduce the way of the sword, and seek the sublimation of the way of the sword.

"Hey, you're such a sword idiot. Murong Chen poured another glass of wine, "Life has to be full of wine, why don't you follow the example of Qinglian Sword Immortal Li Taibai?"

"Imitating others, losing oneself. ”

"Ha!" Murong Chen jumped up with the wine and looked at Mo Liuli in surprise, "It's been ten days, you dumb man has finally spoken." ”

"Sword intent. Mo Liuli got up with his sword, glanced at the direction Song Si left, and continued to close his eyes and deduce the way of the sword.

Hey, Song Si's footsteps paused slightly, turned around and looked at the city tower, and continued to move forward, the old rule, first find an inn to have a good meal.

Xianjing is worthy of being the capital of Western Qin, prosperous and prosperous, and there are still many pedestrians on the streets under the scorching sun, sweating like rain. All kinds of shops are decorated with wealth and luxury, and there are endless merchants in front of the door, showing the prosperity of Xianjing.

"Get out of the way!"

Just when Song Sidong was looking around, looking for something delicious, a domineering shout came.

"Get out of the way! What about you, you must not have martial arts, and you are still a master with a sword on your back!" said the little guy contemptuously, and at the same time, the long whip was raised, hitting Song Si's face.

His face was cold, and his good mood was destroyed, Song Si reached out and grabbed it, pulled it, grabbed the little guy off the horse, and stepped on the little guy's back.

A sound of broken bones came out, and the little guy screamed, and his martial arts had been abolished.

Letting go of the long whip, Song Si kicked away the howling little guy under his feet, and looked coldly at the chariot in front of him, his eyes fixed on the luxurious carriage in the middle of the team.

"Your Excellency broke Miss Ben's dantian, isn't it too vicious?" Jiao laughed, and a crisp and pleasant voice came out of the carriage, but unfortunately, this voice seemed very ugly in Song Si's ears.

"Ha, this young lady, what are you going to do with Poor Dao?" Song Si stood with his hands in his hands, glancing at the convoy guards with nervous faces.

"Be Miss Ben's bodyguard for three years, or cut off your right hand. ”

Song Si frowned, she had only seen a gentleman arrogant before, and she had never met such an arrogant young lady, and she didn't know if she had the capital to be arrogant.

The sword momentum spread out slightly, and the horses in front of him panicked.

"Presumptuous! Toast and don't eat and drink!" A delicate maid of about twenty walked out of the carriage and looked at Song Si arrogantly: "You dare to offend our young lady, Bai Zamao, you deserve to die!"

At this moment, a golden-clothed monk upstairs flew down in the distance and came to the front of the chariot, "Ignorant miscellaneous hair, you dare to block Miss Luo's frame, I really don't know whether you live or die, let me let Miss Luo clean you up today!"

"Ye Gongzi, there is labor. Miss Luo's voice came from the carriage, and Ye Suishui was in good spirits when she listened.

Several young talents from Xianjing who were watching the battle from a distance showed a hint of jealousy on their faces, this kind of good thing in front of Miss Luo actually let Ye Shushui take the lead, it is unforgivable.

So, their eyes shifted to Song Si, the white-haired Taoist, hoping that he could defeat Ye Shushui and give them a chance to express themselves.

"Ye Mou will definitely live up to Miss Luo's expectations, Bai Zamao, it's still too late to beg for mercy!" Ye Shushui sacrificed a flying sword, flying in the air, weaving patterns one by one, showing off his "superb means".

Ha, Song Si was happy in his heart, seeing the golden leaf words on Ye Shuishui's chest, it was estimated that he was the young elite of the Ye family in Mu Wangcheng, and he should not know that Song Si was wanted by the Ye family. What's even more ridiculous is that he still shows off his swordsmanship like this before the battle, and he really doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

The wind dispersed the dust under his feet, Song Sixin took his hand, and the flying sword came out of its sheath, and before Ye Shuishui could react, he had already attacked Ye Shuishui's flying sword hundreds of times, making it dim and falling to the ground.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Ye Weishui pointed at Song Si with a pale face: "You, you don't press... Common sense..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Shushui fainted and fell to the ground, and Song Sizhi, who was watching it, frowned, the technique of pretending to be dizzy was really good. If this was the wilderness, Song Si was not sure if he would kill this person directly, the feud between him and the Ye family had already been concluded in Mu Wangcheng.

However, after a breath, Ye Weishui was defeated, and the princes who had originally planned to appear on the table retracted their steps gracefully and continued to watch the conflict on the street.

The figure flashed, and another Yushu Linfeng boy appeared in front of Miss Luo's car, the paper fan shook lightly, and looked at Song Si with a smile: "Daoyou, how about giving Yan Wuxian a face?"

Yan Wuxian turned out to be the little son of the Yan family, the first person of the younger generation in Western Qin, and one of the most promising candidates to win the first place in this Qinglian Twelve Palace Trial. Seeing Yan Wuxian appear, the onlookers were extremely surprised, thinking that Song Si would have no good fruit to eat, and at the same time lamenting that they would never have a chance to get Miss Luo's favor again.

"Words are not dead?" Song Si thought about the name, and a figure of a crazy woman appeared in his mind, and the words of the Demon Domain were unintentional, very unhappy: "How can I give you this face?"

"Please take a step out of the way and let Miss Luo leave. Yan Wuxian said indifferently.

Song Si's right foot moved slightly, put the sword back into the sheath, stretched out his hand and said, "Compensation." ”

Yan Wuxian was stunned for a moment, slowly put away the paper fan, and looked at this white-haired Taoist who did not play cards according to common sense.

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