Song Si turned around and saw a young martial artist in a blue robe trotting over while waving his hand.

Isn't this the young Taoist priest who followed Jing Ming's real person? It didn't look like he was looking for trouble, Song Si wondered in his heart.

"Song Daoyou, Song Daoyou, poor Dao Yu Qingyang, I am ordered by the order of the commander to invite you to Qiqiao Tower for a while!" Yu Qingxuan said.

Song Si replied and asked, "The commander of your faction, is it Zhang Xujing of the Quanzhen Southern Sect?"

"Zhang... Uncle Shi is the commander of this faction, please move for a while. Yu Qingxuan was stunned and then said, almost calling the name of Zhang Xujing, the commander of the palm, which was a great disrespect to him.

"Okay, please lead the way. ”

"Please. ”

Just as Song Si and Yu Qingxuan were leaving for Qiqiao Building, a Western Qin monk on the street bought a few Yan Stones from a stall, got up and accidentally bumped into the golden-clothed monk passing by, turned to the corner and quietly sent a message to Xianjing.

The golden-clothed monk who was hit glared at the monk angrily, then turned around and continued to pretend to be a passerby to look left and right, followed Song Si and Yu Qingxuan to the outside of Qiqiao Building, and after seeing them enter, he left as if nothing happened.

"Song Daoyou, please!" Yu Qingxuan led Song Si to the seventh floor and came to the outside of the cloud room.

When Jingming Zhenren saw Song Si, he smiled at Song Si and continued to taste the buns on his table, unaware that there were already more than 20 plates piled up on the table.

There is no way, this Qiqiaolou's buns are so delicious that Jingming Zhenren can't stop at all.

Entering the cloud room and closing the door, Song Si looked at the purple-robed Taoist sitting in front of him, this Quanzhen Southern Sect commander Zhang Xujing, didn't know what to say.

"Please sit down and try the buns here, they taste good. Zhang Xujing invited.

Song Si glanced at Zhang Xujing suspiciously, sat down simply, and suddenly sensed the familiar pure yang sword intent, this sword intent belonged to the mysterious swordsman Ah Dong, could it be that he had just come?

Since he had been here just now, it must be safe here, Song Si settled down, picked up chopsticks, picked up a bun and began to taste it.

This bun skin is made of fermented lingwheat flour, the filling is made of a kind of spirit fish meat called flying perch plus some spirit grass, as a material to prepare it, after steaming by special means, the skin is fragrant with fish, the filling is more delicious, and the taste after the entrance is even more beautiful.

It's no wonder that there are dozens of plates piled up on Jingming's real people's table.

Since the taste was good, Song Si was not polite, and in a few moments, he wiped out all three plates of buns on the table.

After eating the buns, Song Si's body shook slightly, and a wisp of white mist emerged from the top of his head, but he ate too much, and the aura in the buns could not be absorbed in time, and it escaped for a while.

After a while, Song Si closed his eyes and settled down, absorbing the aura in his body into true yuan, and then he hiccuped and reacted, what is he doing here?

Smiling awkwardly, Song Si glanced at Zhang Xujing, who looked indifferent, and there was a trace of doubt in his heart.

It is said that Song Si fought with Zhang Xujing in the Longmen Desert back then, but it didn't take long for him to find out that Zhang Xujing was actually a transcendent saint pinnacle, which was completely incomprehensible.

It stands to reason that Zhang Xujing was polite if he didn't slap him to death, after all, in the battle of the Longmen Desert, people from both the Northern Sect and the Southern Sect were killed.

When he came here, Song Si found that Zhang Xujing and the mysterious swordsman actually knew each other, and it was not clear whether they had a friendship or not, but they could sit together and eat steamed buns, and the relationship should not be too bad.

The more Song Si thought about it, the more mysteries on this Nanzong commander were too many.

"Are you confused?" asked Zhang Xujing.

"Yes. Song Si nodded: "The battle for the treasure of the Quanzhen Sect outside the Dragon Gate Inn, what does the person sitting here just now have to do with you, and the reason why you came to me." ”

Zhang Xujing smiled inscrutablely: "Regarding the Dragon Gate Inn's battle for Qiu Zu Fuchen, this is the battle between the two sects of the Quanzhen Sect in the north and south, because of your appearance, my Southern Sect lost." In the Ming Dynasty, the two sects of the north and south were united again and belonged to the northern sect, while the true disciples who entered the Kunxu Star were included in the southern sect. ”

"The reason why this Dao was hit hard by you that day is because of the cultivation of the exercises, every time I reach a certain realm, my cultivation will drop significantly, and I will just be bumped into by you. ”

Song Si knew that there were all kinds of exercises in the world, but if you can let a sect leader take the risk to cultivate, after this exercise is cultivated to the end of the world, the power displayed must be very powerful.

"As for the reason why I came to you, it was for a relationship. Zhang Xujing said with a smile.

"Dao Yuan, it won't be for me to join your Southern Sect, right?" Song Si's brain was a little insufficient, and it was difficult to turn around, what Dao Yuan did this Southern Sect Commander want to do with him?

"Song Xiaoyou is originally a pure and pure yang line, why do you need to re-enter? The world is bustling, all for profit, and cultivators tend to be auspicious and avoid evil, which is similar to this. You have contributed to the world by opening the Kunxu Teleportation Array for the Ming Dynasty, and this Tao is a member of the world, so it is naturally related to you. ”

"I see. Song Si understood, and hurriedly said shamelessly: "Now that I am short of spirit stones, can you exchange this fate for some spirit stones for me." ”

Zhang Xujing stroked his long beard, smiled, took out a delicate purple gold bag from his sleeve, and put it on the table.

Accepting the purple-gold storage bag, Song Si probed into his divine sense and took a look, obediently, there were enough 10,000 high-grade spirit stones, I really didn't know how Zhang Xujing got it.

He didn't know that Zhang Xujing, the commander of the Southern Sect, took advantage of the battle between the Canglan Holy Sect and the Demon Domain and Wucheng to quietly visit the spirit stone library of the Canglan Holy Sect.

"Thank you...... Fellow Daoists. ”

This spirit stone solved Song Si's urgent need, and the spirit stone needed to go to Crane Snow City was not worried for the time being, but he was entangled in the title behind this thank word, and he still called it "Daoyou".

Zhang Xujing smiled, didn't care about this, and pulled the signal bell on the side: "The buns here are good, if you like them, try more." ”

"Uh, thank you! ”

The spirit stones were all accepted, and Song Si, who was originally going to leave, was embarrassed to refuse, so he could only continue to sit and wait for Xiao Er to send the buns.

Waiting is boring, especially when you don't know what to talk about, and for a while the box falls into a very strange atmosphere.

Song Si, who was struggling, suddenly heard a knock on the door, and turned around to see a handsome woman pretending to be simple open the door, bringing six plates of delicious buns and placing them on the table one by one.

The steaming buns, bursts of aroma invigorating the stomach, Song Si immediately started to eat, just to hide the embarrassment in his heart.

Halfway through eating, Zhang Xujing put down his chopsticks and suddenly said, "You were followed when you came, do you know what they are going to do?"

Song Si was stunned, as soon as he arrived in Frost City, he was worried about the spirit stone, but he didn't pay attention to the surrounding situation, but he didn't expect that someone was still following him.

Or is it because of that ethereal and undocumented identity? Or is it the enemy who came?

"Didn't notice. Song Si shook his head and continued to eat his buns.

Zhang Xujing smiled: "As a swordsman, you should not give up your vigilance at any time, even if you are in a place where you think you are safe. ”

It seemed that this bun couldn't be eaten well, so Song Si had to put down the half-eaten bun and wait for Zhang Xujing's next words.

To Song Si's laughter, Zhang Xujing picked up the chopsticks again, picked up the bun and said: "As a person who cultivates immortals, you should cherish the preciousness of the nature of heaven and earth, like this kind of food, you can't waste it, even if you have to kill it in the next second." ”

What kind of theory is this? Is this afraid that Song Si will eat all the buns? This is Zhang Xujing, the commander of the Quanzhen Southern Sect?!

Without waiting for Song Si to react, Zhang Xujing had already eliminated half of the buns at a very fast speed. Song Si was not to be outdone, and finally eliminated all the buns on the table.

Downstairs in Qiqiao, Ye Xuanfang, the ancestor of the Ye family in Mu Wangcheng, walked into the hall with four elders of the Jindan period, as well as Ye Qi and Ye Meng. The friars in the hall felt the sudden change in the atmosphere and packed up and evacuated.

The old shopkeeper in charge of the first floor saw this posture, and secretly said in his heart that it was not good, he was looking for trouble, and immediately sent a message to the landlord, and then walked out of the counter and greeted him with a smile.

"May I ask how many floors do these seniors have to go to when they come to Qiqiao Building?"

Ye Xuanfang ignored the old shopkeeper, and directly released his divine sense to search the first to sixth floors, but found nothing, it seems that Song Si is on the seventh floor, and it will be solved later, I'm afraid it will be a little troublesome.

However, for the sake of the face of the Ye family in Mu Wangcheng, Ye Qinyang and several Ye family juniors had to take revenge.

"How many floors has this person gone to?" Ye Meng unfolded a picture scroll directly in front of the old shopkeeper.

"Seventh floor. The old shopkeeper replied: "Several seniors, fighting is forbidden in the Qiqiao Building. ”

The old shopkeeper blushed, for fear that these people in front of him would be unfavorable to him, but he still reported the rules of Qiqiaolou, but when he looked up, several members of the Ye family had already gone upstairs.

For the last sentence of the old shopkeeper, Ye Xuanfang scoffed at this, a businessman dared to set rules in front of absolute strength, which was very ridiculous.

Coming to the seventh layer, Ye Xuanfang did not directly use his divine sense to probe the box that had set up a formation prohibition this time, but arched his hand to the surroundings: "This Dao Ye Xuanfang, I came here today to arrest Song Si, if you offend, please Haihan." ”

A wisp of divine consciousness poked out of each box, and after observing the Xia Ye family with interest, there was no news, and Ye Meng took Song Si's image and asked the cultivators in the hall on the seventh floor which box Song Si had entered.

Those who can eat in the hall on the seventh floor are basically Yuan Ying Xiuzhen's entourage or disciples, and their means of being a human being are naturally very high.

So, with the mentality of not wanting to offend the masters in the cloud word room, he pretended not to see which room Song Si had entered, which made Ye Meng touch his nose.

In the cloud room, Zhang Xujing looked at the Ye family's inquiries with his divine sense with an indifferent face, and made a simple understanding of their clothing, decoration, and cultivation, and by the way, calculated how many spirit stones each of them would have in their storage bags.

There is no way, as the commander of the Southern Sect, he is also poor and white after coming to Kunxuxing, although he visited the spirit stone library of the Cicanglan Holy Sect, but the spirit stones obtained are far from enough to rebuild the sect.

At this time, Zhang Xujing needed someone to send him to generate income, so he found Song Si, this guy who is in trouble wherever he goes.

Sure enough, just a meal of steamed buns, the Ye family of Mu Wangcheng looked for it first.

In order to gain benefits as soon as possible, in order to make Ye Xuanfang and the four Ye family elders not continue to accumulate anger, Zhang Xujing waved his hand and opened the door between the clouds and words in the air, exposing Song Si, who was closing his eyes, to their eyes.

Air, in this moment, freezes!