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"Finally! Finally back!"

Look at the small square world floating in the sky.

Song Yuanzhou had the urge to cry.

These past few months have been a nightmare.

Although I was mentally prepared before going.

But I didn't expect the process to be so tortuous and bizarre.

Open a store on a giant beast and earn millions of spiritual stones in one day.

Encountered the mortal enemy Changsheng Sect again.

In the end, he actually participated in the fierce battle between the giant beasts in Yongcang Province!

I really don’t know how I survived.

And still get out!

Incredible.

"Junior brother, are you still thinking about things over there?"

Song Yuanzhou saw Song Siming next to him extremely silent.

Not much joy.

Song Siming was like this along the way.

It was as if something had been left behind in Yongcangzhou.

However, Song Yuanzhou was in Yongcang Prefecture and was with Song Siming the whole time.

Didn't you see him doing something?

Song Yuanzhou could only blame Song Siming's behavior on the Immortality Cult.

"Nothing, senior brother, let's go.

Let's go back and get together with everyone. We'll have a lot of things to do from now on. "

Song Siming turned back and glanced in the direction of Yongcangzhou.

It seemed that a huge beast could be seen for a moment.

Walking alone on the earth.

Song Siming couldn't help but clenched his fists slightly.

Then he reluctantly let go.

Finally, he lifted up the robe that concealed his aura.

Fly to Xiaofangjie first.

Song Yuanzhou smiled when he heard this.

He looked at the Qiankun bag on his waist.

On the battlefield before, he collected many monster corpses.

Plus the spiritual stones given by the mysterious organization on this trip.

At least there is an income of nearly [-] spirit stones.

Sure enough, the greater the risk, the greater the reward.

With this money, they can go elsewhere to rebuild the sect.

Although it is very difficult to start from scratch...

but……

Song Yuanzhou watched Song Siming's retreating figure.

Followed unswervingly.

Months passed.

Xiaofangjie should be what it should be.

The faces changed one after another.

Song Siming and Song Siming were walking on the streets of Waifang District.

Start choosing souvenirs for the sect’s junior brothers and sisters.

There are not many exquisite products in Yongcang Prefecture.

Most of what they sell are ores and elixirs.

The time when Song Yuanzhou was recovering from his injuries in Qianhai Realm.

I often go out and wander around the area.

It looks prosperous.

In fact, it is extremely monotonous.

Far less sophisticated than their human race.

"Junior brother, what did you bring to my sister?"

At this time, Song Yuanzhou, who was flipping through the woman's bellyband, asked Song Siming, who was waiting next to him.

"Just some food."

Song Siming never thought that one day he would go to such a place.

Look at the various bellybands with colorful flowers and green willows.

There are also all kinds of weird toys in the store.

He shook his head and looked away.

"How about I pick one for you and say it was a gift from you."

Song Yuanzhou showed an expression that was indeed true.

He also shook his head.

Song Yuanzhou asked the shop assistant to start packing the selected bellybands.

This was his gift to the female disciple of Hehuan Sect.

"Senior brother, stop joking."

Song Siming didn't want to talk more about this topic.

He knew what Song Yuanzhou meant.

But currently, Song Siming has no intention to think about this at all.

"I heard that for next year's Tianjiao battle, other states will also send Tianjiao here."

"No, wouldn't it be possible to see giants?"

"Anyway, Yunning Prefecture will definitely be very lively by then."

Just wanted to leave with Song Yuanzhou.

Song Siming suddenly heard several monks approaching.

Gossiping and discussing recent lively topics.

"The battle between the geniuses..."

As the last genius of Qinglian Sword Sect.

Song Yuanzhou heard the words Tianjiao Zhan.

My thoughts can't help but drift to fourteen years ago.

That year, he stood behind Senior Brother Tianjiao with his hands in his pockets.

Just like minions.

If nothing unexpected happens, he should be with Senior Sister Zhao Chan and the others at this time.

Prepare for the battle of geniuses that happens every fifteen years.

To bring glory to the sect.

But times have changed.

The old friend has passed away, leaving only a sigh.

"I think when we come, guys like Luo Yuan and Ming Ruoqing will make a big splash."

Thinking of other peers in Dongtu who can be called geniuses.

Several figures appeared in Song Yuanzhou's mind.

Several years have passed.

These guys will improve in strength.

Pity……

It's hard to say whether he will be in Yunning Prefecture by then.

"Let's go, brother."

Song Siming had no idea about the Tianjiao battle.

Song Yuanzhou called out with emotion.

Go straight to their residence in Xiaofangjie.

Because Song Siming came back, they didn't tell anyone in the Xiaofang community.

As a result, they both came back.

In an instant, a group of disciples who were originally very worried swarmed over.

Keep asking for help.

Song Siming rarely smiled.

Bring what you bought from the stronghold.

Distributed one by one to everyone in Qinglian Sword Sect.

Song Yantong, who was accompanying Hongdie, heard movement outside the room.

His expression suddenly stiffened and he lowered his head slightly.

"It seems that the benefactor who saved me is back.

Miss Song, let’s go out and have a look together. "

After these days of recovery, Hongdie's body improved rapidly.

The originally pale complexion also became a little more rosy.

After speaking, Hongdie took the lead and walked out of the room.

Seeing Song Yantong still sitting there.

Hongdie couldn't help but turn around and extend her hand to her with a smile.

how to say?

Hongdie always felt that she was too reserved.

“Senior sister, I bought this sword from Yongcang Prefecture.

Hope you like it. "

Seeing Zeng Qing, Song Siming took out a brand new spiritual sword and handed it to her.

Song Siming did not forget Xuanshanmen.

Naturally, Zeng Qing will not be forgotten.

"Then Senior Sister accepted it with a smile and thanked Junior Brother Song."

Zeng Qing looked at Song Siming, and all the worries he had been feeling turned into joy.

He took the spirit sword from Song Siming.

Caressing the cold scabbard.

At a glance, you know it's worth a lot.

"Senior brother, I also want a spiritual sword!"

"Junior brother, how do you take this elixir?"

At this time, I saw other Qinglian disciples with spiritual sword hair.

Suddenly they rushed to Song Siming again.

He kept asking questions with a smile.

But as Song Yantong and Hongdie came over.

Song Yuanzhou winked with them tacitly.

After a while they dispersed.

As Song Yuanzhou ran into the distance, he studied the gift in his hand.

"Senior Sister Song, Fellow Taoist Hongdie."

Song Siming saw these guys running very fast.

He smiled bitterly in his heart.

He stepped forward and saluted the two approaching women with a smile.

He raised his head and stared at the red butterfly.

Reminds me of the scene when I first met my senior brother in Yongcang Province.

His helpless and anxious look is still vivid in my mind.

If the elder brother were here at this time, then...

Thinking of this, Song Siming's eyes flashed with sadness.

"Thank you Daoist Song for rescuing me and bringing me to Yunning Prefecture.

It gave me an unforgettable experience. "

Hongdie saw that Song Siming really knew her.

This shows that Song Siming should know Qing Cang.

But he caught the flash of sadness in Song Siming's eyes.

Hongdie suddenly realized something in her heart.

No wonder he wrote...

"Fellow Taoist Hongdie, there is no need to say thank you, we also have something to ask for from you.

Senior sister, this is the prawn promised to you. "

Song Siming shook his head at Hongdie.

Then I took out a few beautiful refrigerated boxes from the bag.

Place it in front of Song Yantong.

When I opened it, there were beautiful prawns inside.

The whole body is crystal clear, very rare.

……