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

"Xuanshan Gate..."

Li Cheng's mind flashed through the monks he had met before.

I don’t know if those people are from this sect.

"Do you know what's going on at Xuanshan Sect?"

Li Cheng then asked.

Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you maintain your advantage.

"Last year, my disciple, I was fortunate enough to meet an immortal master from the Xuanshan Sect.

I once heard him say that there were less than ten disciples in the sect, and most of the sect was destroyed because of the inner demon of the sect leader who self-exploded the golden elixir.

Many disciples died on the spot, and the sect has been in decline ever since. The highest level of cultivation now can only build the foundation. "

Song Siming said while recalling.

There was a bit of sadness in the words.

At that time, people from the Xuanshan Sect took a fancy to Song Siming's cultivation aptitude.

But because Song Siming was older, he finally gave up on Song Siming.

Song Siming, who was excited, became depressed again.

"Is thirty-five years old too old?"

Song Siming wanted to question him, but he still held back.

So Song Siming remembers this very clearly.

In order to find out which Xuanshan Gate we might go to.

He got close to the little boy from Xuanshan Sect who had followed him.

All the information is listed in a few sentences.

That's why I had this conversation with Li Cheng now.

"Foundation?"

Li Cheng's heart skipped a beat.

His highest level of cultivation is only in the middle stage of Qi refining.

What do you use to fight others?

Thinking that there are only more than 200 highlights in hand.

Converted into sun and moonlight, it's only two o'clock.

Very difficult to bear.

"Okay, I know these things.

You should go out with your senior brother today. You have worked hard these days. "

Li Cheng hid his thoughts and said to Song Siming, who was full of confidence.

This guy really believed what Li Cheng said earlier.

He regarded Li Cheng as the so-called immortal king.

Build a foundation?

What a shit!

But only Li Cheng, who is in charge of the family, can understand the bitterness of it.

Although Qing Cang was reluctant, he still listened to Li Cheng's words.

He went to Song Siming and motioned for him to sit on his back.

"Thank you, Master, for your love!

Then Senior Brother, I am here! "

Song Siming looked excited and felt that Li Cheng felt sorry for him.

Little did he know that Li Cheng looked at Song Siming as an eyesore.

Afraid of killing him...

"Chirp~"

Qingcang raised a gust of wind, an eagle chirped, breaking through the wind and waves, and disappeared into the air with Song Siming in an instant.

"Building the foundation..."

Li Cheng watched the two go away, feeling unspeakably annoyed in his heart.

Spring has just begun, and troubles are coming one after another.

Good things are few and far between.

"too difficult……"

Li Cheng sighed, just hoping that someone in the sky would ride on colorful auspicious clouds to help it.

……

"Whoosh..."

There was a violent sound of wind in my ears.

Isolates all other sounds from heaven and earth.

"Hahaha……"

Song Siming stretched out his arms and hugged Qing Cang's neck tightly.

Temporarily forgetting the pain in my hands, looking at the boundless sea of ​​clouds in front of me, I just feel that the world is at ease, so happy!

After all, he had fallen into Qing Cang's eagle claws before, and his mind was full of summarizing life.

How can you think about seeing the scenery of that place?

Qing Cang had the opposite idea to Song Siming.

It gets tired of seeing this every day.

Now he just wanted to lead Song Siming around a little longer, then turned back.

So it suddenly accelerated and flew deep into the mountain.

Song Siming couldn't stand the stronger wind and waves for a while, so he quickly put his head on the side of Qing Cang's neck.

His eyes looked down.

The further you go into this desolate mountain, the more you can see countless giant craters.

Maybe I don’t feel much on the ground.

But once the vision turns to the sky.

The countless potholes are still so shocking even after more than a thousand years.

Song Siming was speechless.

Looking down at the terrifying round hole that cut half of the mountain into half.

It was enough to remind him of the huge impact of the meteorite falling.

"I'm afraid it's just a strike from an immortal, but that's it, right?"

Song Siming marveled, immersed in the rain of meteorites in his mind.

Qingcang is already familiar with the place.

It swooped down and headed towards one of the large pools created by the impact of the meteorite.

A big black fish was quickly caught from the water.

He was constantly struggling in Qingcang's claws.

Qingcang's whole body shook.

Song Siming almost fainted from this rapid shaking.

He has been eating fruit these days.

There is no trace of salt on the meat.

He was already weak and had to do a lot of heavy work in the past few days.

At this moment, Song Siming was so dizzy that he couldn't hold Qing Cang's body.

Fortunately, Qingcang felt something was wrong with Song Siming behind his back.

It dropped the big fish from mid-air and restored its shaking body to a smooth state.

Song Siming finally recovered with this.

But my body felt uncomfortable for a while.

And the big fish that was thrown down struggled in mid-air for a moment.

He fell to the ground with inertia and hit a rock, his eyeballs popping out.

The elastic flesh suddenly became soft and flaccid.

Qing Cang turned back to the ground and paused, as if signaling Song Siming to get off the ground first.

"Elder brother, please!"

Song Siming, who knew the world well, jumped down from behind Qing Cang and raised his hand to Qing Cang.

Signing to ignore him.

Qing Cang glanced at Song Siming, picked up the big fish, walked aside and ate it by himself.

"We have to find a way, otherwise we won't be able to survive in the mountains."

Listen to the sound of Qing Cang eating fish meat.

Song Siming felt extremely uncomfortable at this time.

I just endured it and kept thinking of various ways in my mind.

Just as he was thinking about things, a light suddenly flashed, attracting Song Siming's attention.

Search for the place where the light shines.

Song Siming quickly discovered a black crystal stone half hidden in the mountain soil.

"I didn't give any gifts to my master before.

This thing looks like a meteorite, so it should be worth a lot! "

Song Siming thought for a moment and made up his mind.

Just use this thing to honor Li Cheng.

So he leaned down and tried to get out the meteor crystal.

However, Song Siming's hands were injured and he had no tools, so he couldn't use much strength.

After working there for a long time, I couldn't dig out the meteor crystal.

Instead, I exhausted myself to the point of sweating profusely.

Qing Cang, who finally finished eating the plump fish, came over.

Seeing Song Siming's earnest eyes, it didn't refuse and dug out the meteorite in a few strokes.

Looking at the palm-sized meteor crystal, it actually weighs dozens of kilograms.

Song Siming had no choice but to look at Qingcang for help again.

Qingcang was a little impatient. He signaled Song Siming to sit on its back first.

When Song Siming had a firm grip, Qing Cang grabbed the meteor crystal on the ground with his sharp claws and quickly swept it away.

The two quickly returned to Li Cheng.

"What's wrong? You look so bad?"

Li Cheng looked at Song Siming, who looked much pale after going out, and asked doubtfully.

"Could it be that he has an acute illness?"

Li Cheng was wondering in boredom.

“It’s okay to be a disciple.

It's just that I've been a little tired recently and I'm not used to eating, so my body is like this.

Just wait until these problems are solved. "

Song Siming said slightly weakly.

Then he looked at the meteorite crystal that Qing Cang threw casually on the ground, and forced a smile and said: "Master, I have found a valuable meteorite crystal, and I hope you will accept it!"

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