Mistake again? Song Wood
This is the third time he has been wronged. The first time was the bamboo shoot that was hidden in the treasure of Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman. Not only did he admit his mistake, but he also gave him a stick.
The second time, when 'in a dream' returned to his 'mysterious island' memory, he saw the little white dragon in the chrysanthemum pig underground tomb. Xiaobailong also gave himself a severe blow, and he also admitted the wrong person.
And now, the pavilion owner of the Clear Water Pavilion in front of him also mistook himself for someone else.
Song Shuhang looked directly at the black-haired lazy woman in front of him: "Senior... Who is Song Mutou?"
Could it be that he is the reincarnation of a monk in ancient times
"Song Mutou." The lazy black-haired woman raised her head and lay on the rocking chair, seemingly lost in thought: "That was a Taoist friend of mine a long time ago, and the relationship is not bad. Now, I don't know how many years have passed. I don't know if he's still alive... I haven't seen him for a long time."
"Senior, am I his reincarnation?" Song Shuhang asked the question he most wanted to know.
Although there is no contact, the monks do have reincarnation. As long as he didn't die in a 'calamity' or was completely destroyed by his opponent, the monk still had a chance to enter the reincarnation.
"Yeah~~ that's the only thing that's impossible." The black-haired woman turned her head back, looked at Song Shuhang, and said lazily: "Because that guy Song Mutou has no afterlife. If he wants to be reincarnated... Only to take the house, or enter the body of the puppet."
If he was to take the house, Song Shuhang would not be Song Shuhang, but the 'Song Wood' in the mouth of the black-haired woman.
And if the 'puppet body' is used, the 'Song Wood' will not be able to get involved with Song Shuhang.
But since that's the case, if he has nothing to do with the 'Gu Xiu' that the black-haired woman spoke of, why would he be mistaken for so many times? Since it will be misidentified many times... there must be 'cause and effect'.
Song Shuhang asked again: "Is he and I very similar?"
When he said similarity, he didn't just mean looks, but something deeper.
There are no identical leaves in this world. Likewise, there will be no identical people.
among the monks. Looking at people is not as simple as just looking at 'appearance'. However, whether it was bamboo shoots, white dragons, or the lazy black-haired woman in front of him, he misidentified them all!
"How can I say it... It's just about appearance. You are only slightly similar. But your soul and the breath on your body are easy to be misunderstood. What a surprise, are you his descendant?" Lazy black hair The woman raised her head and continued: "I remember that he once had a Taoist companion, maybe. You are a descendant of his single line, so you can explain it."
"Descendants?" Song Shuhang shook his head. His family had been relocated several times for various reasons, and the ancestral lineage had long since been broken, and it can be traced back to his grandfather's father's generation at most.
At this time, the black-haired woman stood up from the chair, her black hair was thick and long, draped behind her like a cloak, and dragged on the ground.
She got up and came to Song Shuhang. He looked up at Shuhang. After approaching, Shuhang realized that the black-haired woman was not tall, and only reached his chin when standing.
"Speaking of which, Song Mutou put an item and stored it in my 'Clear Water Pavilion'. He also said that one day, he would come to retrieve that item... But unfortunately, I can't return this item now. Give it to him. Because that thing is used by me now, hahaha." The black-haired woman smiled proudly.
Song Shuhang: "..."
The black-haired woman stretched out her hand again, and Li Yinzhu in Song Shuhang's arms was lifted up by an invisible force. into the hands of Chu Chu, who was standing at the door.
After that, the black-haired woman reached out and gently stroked Song Shuhang's cheek.
Her hands were cold and cold, with a sense of coolness.
"Yeah. Let me see. The exercises you practice are "King Kong Basic Boxing Technique" and... "Thirty-Three Beasts Innate Qigong"? Are you a disciple of the Thirty-Three Beasts Divine Sect?" the black-haired woman asked.
It was just the contact between her fingers and Song Shuhang's body, and she, like a family treasure, reported the practice of Shuhang's cultivation. The cultivation and knowledge of this senior are unfathomable!
At the same time, Song Shuhang sensed the same oppressive force on the black-haired woman as Venerable White, Venerable Spirit Butterfly, Venerable Cyclone, and Venerable Seventh Cultivation.
There is no doubt that this is also a Venerable-level existence.
Possibly even more powerful!
"Senior. I'm not a disciple of the Thirty-Three Beasts Divine Sect." Song Shuhang shook his head and replied, "The Thirty-Three Beasts Divine Sect has been destroyed. Coupled with the "Whale Swallowing Technique" that happened by chance, it was made up."
"The Thirty-Three Divine Beast Sect has also been destroyed?" The black-haired woman was surprised. Back then, the Thirty-Three Divine Beast Sects were also famous sects, and there were several venerable cultivators in the sect, but they would all be destroyed.
"The world is impermanent." The black-haired woman said, her hand holding Song Shuhang's face.
Suddenly, she frowned slightly, and the lazy expression on her face disappeared.
Then, dragging her long black hair, she climbed back to the tall rocking chair, and she shrunk in the rocking chair.
"I'm tired." The black-haired woman said.
Song Shuhang: "?"
"I'm tired, so I want to sleep. I'm going to sleep... Let's see you tomorrow." Saying that, she took out a quilt from nowhere and covered it. The rocking chair under him began to deform like a Transformer, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a comfortable big bed.
"Good night." The black-haired woman waved to Song Shuhang and the three of them.
Song Shuhang couldn't help laughing - what is this
Behind him, the door was pushed open, and the golden boy and girl entered the room gently. They smiled apologetically at Song Shuhang and Chu Chu, and made a 'please' gesture.
"Okay then, senior. Let's see you tomorrow."
Song Shuhang could only leave the attic first.
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After Song Shuhang and Chu Chu and Li Yinzhu were far away, Fairy Chu opened her eyes.
Her eyes moved slightly, and the runes spontaneously turned into patterns in front of her eyes.
There is a burning sword of the burning sky.
There are thick golden chains inscribed with thirty-three beasts.
There are exquisite puppets.
There is also a phantom of bamboo shoot leaves and a white dragon.
In addition, there are white and silver gauntlets, a blood bone...
Each of these things represents a powerful monk.
"Scarlet Firmament that mysterious guy is nothing more, what do the other guys want to do?" Chu Xianzi murmured.
After a while, Fairy Chu pulled the quilt and stretched comfortably: "Well, it doesn't have anything to do with me anyway. I'm so sleepy... By the way, since he seems to have something to do with Song Mutou, I'll help out. Bar."
"Time City is a good place, let them rest there tomorrow." Fairy Chu murmured. (To be continued.)