After saying that, the pitch-black Chixiao Sword gently rotated, and the blade of the sword hung horizontally behind Song Shuhang's waist. The ice-cold blade, as well as the bone-piercing chill, passed through his thin clothes and reached Song Shuhang's skin.
Song Shuhang felt a chill on his back, and his fingers stiffened.
"This is the position," the pitch-black Senior Chixiao Sword said. "I feel that this position is very suitable."
Song Shuhang said, "Senior, it's fine as long as you like it."
Aside from the ice-cold chill, the appearance of the sword hanging horizontally was unexpectedly cool. Moreover, the pitch-black Chixiao Sword hanging behind his waist could very well maintain his colorful waist.
The only thing he had to worry about was the personality of the pitch-black Chixiao Sword … Would it covet his waist?
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Senior Chixiao Sword's main body left. The pitch-black Inner Demon Chixiao Sword looked rather shy, and after hanging on Song Shuhang's back, it no longer spoke.
When Song Shuhang asked it a question, it would only squeeze out a very shy 'hmm' after a long time.
The seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group quickly lost interest in it. Their attention shifted back to Beihe Sanren's Inner Demon Clone that was about to take shape.
"Jouko Hagi, you came at the right time." Septuagint Seigun called out to Jouko Hagi, asking her to stay and assist Beihe Sanren so that Beihe Sanren's Inner Demon Clone could take shape as soon as possible.
After staying in the kitchen with the seniors for a while, Song Shuhang felt a bit stuffy in his chest — perhaps because he had drunk too much, he suddenly wanted to go out and get some fresh air.
"Senior Huangshan, I'm going out for a walk. Senior Northern River, please call me when your Heart Demon clone has taken shape." Song Shuhang said. At that time, if Senior Northern River wasn't satisfied with his Inner Demon and wanted to get rid of it, it would be Song Shuhang's turn to make a move. At the same time, the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group would be able to add another dish to their meal.
"I'll accompany you." Su Clan's Shiliu stood up.
The puppet maiden glanced at Song Shuhang and finally chose to stay.
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The gentle moonlight shone on the beach.
Song Shuhang and Su Clan's Shiliu were walking side by side on the beach. The two deliberately avoided the places where Senior Spirit Butterfly and Eternal Fire Zhenjun were reciting poems and playing the zither so as to avoid getting involved in Dharma King Creation's concert.
The waves hit the beach, and from time to time, some shellfish were washed onto the land by the waves.
Su Clan's Shiliu took off her high-heeled sandals, held them with both hands, and stepped barefoot on the beach — she liked this feeling.
The sea breeze blew, and the special fragrance that belonged to Shiliu wafted through the air.
Suddenly, a voice sighed, and said, "This is what it means to have four waves push three waves, and Thrice Reckless dies on the beach. Looking at the waves coming up one by one, I feel very comfortable. "Suddenly, a voice sighed.
As soon as Song Shuhang turned his head, he found Senior Su Clan's Seven sitting on the beach with a serious face, looking at the waves alone. The moonlight shone on his tall figure, and he gave off the feeling of an otherworldly expert.
Song Shuhang smiled, and said, "Senior Seven, why are you here?"
"I've always been here," Su Clan's Seven said. "It's because your vigilance is too weak that you didn't notice me at all."
After saying that, Su Clan's Seven stood up, and said, "I'm going to look for Thrice Reckless. I won't disturb you two little guys strolling on the beach."
When Su Clan's Shiliu heard this, her face turned slightly red.
"It's alright, Senior. I'll go somewhere else with Shiliu, "Song Shuhang said.
Su Clan's Seven stretched, walked into the distance, and handsomely waved his hand.
As the representative of the Spirit River Su Clan, his tacit approval of Song Shuhang and Su Clan's Shiliu strolling on the beach in the middle of the night was tantamount to an acknowledgement.
The first Sage in a thousand years, Hegemon BaSong, Baoru Genmo, Ancient Sage Tyrannical Dragon … Half a year ago, he was just a small Foundation Establishment cultivator, but now he already had a string of frightening titles on his head. These titles served as a foil to Song Shuhang's big face.
A big face was a big face.
As a member of the Nine Provinces Number One Group, he knew that Song Shuhang's true realm hadn't reached the Eighth Stage yet. However, others didn't know. In the entire universe, who didn't know how scary Hegemon BaSong was … Even now, there were rumors in the outside world that Hegemon BaSong was a Ninth Stage Tribulation Transcender. Even if you told people that Hegemon BaSong was actually a fake, almost no one in the universe would believe you.
"Right, Shiliu." After Su Clan's Seven waved his hand, he said to Shiliu via secret sound transmission, "You can invite Little Friend Shuhang to participate in the Spirit River Su Clan's annual meeting in December."
"Eh?" Su Clan's Shiliu was puzzled and surprised.
Su Clan's Seven reminded, "Don't forget that he's now Hegemon BaSong."
The Spirit River Su Clan's annual meeting would also invite some seniors and famous people of the world of cultivators. If the first Sage in a thousand years, Ba Song, was willing to be invited, it would be a very good thing for the Spirit River Su Clan.
Sometimes, having a big face was very useful. Even if the big face was inflated, it was still big!
Su Clan's Seven handsomely left, leaving behind the back of Song Shuhang and Su Clan's Shiliu.
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Su Clan's Shiliu continued to hold her shoes. She stepped in the seawater, and her pure white feet sank into the sand, leaving behind a series of footprints on the shore.
Song Shuhang walked side by side with her, and next to the small footprints … he also left behind a series of small footprints. He didn't have the time to return to his adult form yet. Song Shuhang was planning to wait until tomorrow. Under the guidance of Senior White's clone, he would eat the 'Chaotic Age Fruit' and return to his original state.
The waves washed away the two sets of footprints.
"Shuhang." Shiliu said. "Are you free in December?"
"I am. Actually, I feel that I've been quite idle lately." Song Shuhang said. Theoretically speaking, Senior White's pet monster tree, Qing Wu, had even taken care of things like going to school. Therefore, he should indeed be in a very leisurely state. But whenever he wanted to be idle for a few days and eat, drink, and have fun for a while, he would always get involved in strange things.
Just like today, he was clearly eating, drinking, and having fun with the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group, but he was still passively 'attacked' the Great Southern Emperor. During the battle between the Great Southern Emperor and Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven, not only did he loot the Great Emperor's nest, but he also used the small time box to continuously drain his energy, affecting his battle.
In addition, when he traded something with the Almighty Merchant, the Emperor Of Heaven had intercepted him.
It was rare for others to be leisurely, but it was rare for him to be leisurely.
However, he felt that as long as he got serious, he would still be able to squeeze out some time.
"In December, the Spirit River Su Clan will have an annual meeting. Do you want to come?" Su Clan's Shiliu turned slightly, and her beautiful eyes stared at Song Shuhang. "The Spirit River Su Clan's annual meeting is very spectacular. Moreover, it's said to be an annual meeting, but sometimes it's only held once every ten years, and sometimes only once every few decades. I think that you should see it, Shuhang. "
"Can an outsider like me participate in the Spirit River Su Clan's annual meeting?" Song Shuhang asked.
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