Another mistake? Slow-Witted Song?
This was already the third time someone had mistaken him for someone else. The first time was when the bamboo shoot hidden in Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman's treasure house mistook him for someone else and gave him a good beating.
The second time was when he entered the dreamland and returned to his memories of the 'mysterious island'. At that time, he saw the little white dragon in Chrysanthemum Pig's underground tomb. The little white dragon also gave him a good beating, and it also mistook him for someone else.
And now, the pavilion master of the Clearwater Pavilion also mistook him for someone else.
Song Shuhang looked straight at the sluggish, black-haired woman in front of him. "Senior … who is Slow-Witted Song?"
Was it possible that he was the reincarnation of an ancient cultivator?
"Slow-Witted Song." The sluggish, black-haired woman raised her head and reclined on the rocking chair, seemingly lost in thought. "He was a fellow daoist I met a long, long time ago, and we had a pretty good relationship. I don't know how many years have passed, and I don't even 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 wanted to know the most.
Although he hadn't come in contact with it, cultivators could indeed reincarnate. As long as they didn't die in the heavenly tribulation or get completely destroyed by their opponents, they could still enter the cycle of reincarnation.
"Hmm ~ that's the only thing that's impossible." The black-haired woman raised her head and looked at Song Shuhang, saying lazily, "It's because Slow-Witted Song doesn't have a next life! If he wants to reincarnate … he can only take over someone else's body or enter a puppet's body. "
If he took over someone else's body, Song Shuhang wouldn't be Song Shuhang, but the 'Slow-Witted Song' that the black-haired woman was talking about.
And if he used a puppet's body, this' Slow-Witted Song 'wouldn't have any relationship with Song Shuhang.
Such being the case, if he wasn't related to the 'ancient cultivator' that the black-haired woman was talking about, why was he repeatedly mistaken for someone else? Since he was repeatedly mistaken for someone else … there must be some 'cause and effect' involved.
Song Shuhang asked again, "Do I look similar to him?"
The similarity he was referring to wasn't just in appearance, but something deeper.
In this world, there were no identical leaves. Similarly, there wouldn't be anyone who looked exactly the same.
Among the cultivators. When judging a person, it was not as simple as just looking at their appearance. However, whether it was the bamboo shoot, the white dragon, or the lazy black-haired woman in front of him, he had mistaken them all for someone else!
"How should I put it … Just based on appearances. The two of you are only slightly similar. However, your souls and auras can easily be mistaken by others. How surprising. Are you his descendant? "The black-haired woman raised her head and continued," I remember that he once had a dao companion. You're the only descendant of his bloodline, so that makes sense. "
"Descendant?" Song Shuhang shook his head. His family had moved several times due to various reasons. The genealogy of his family had long been lost. The most he could trace back to was his grandfather's father's generation.
At this time, the black-haired woman stood up from the chair. Her black hair was thick and long, like a cloak behind her, dragging on the ground.
She got up and walked to Song Shuhang. Then, she raised her head and looked at Song Shuhang. After approaching, Song Shuhang discovered that the black-haired woman wasn't very tall. When she stood, she only reached his chin.
"Speaking of which, Slow-Witted Song placed something in my 'Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion' back then. He also said that he would come back one day to take it back … but unfortunately, I can't give it back to him now. After all, I've already used it, hahaha. "The black-haired woman laughed complacently.
"…" Song Shuhang.
The black-haired woman stretched out her hand, and Li Yinzhu, who was in Song Shuhang's arms, was lifted up by an invisible force. She was delivered to Chu Chu, who was standing at the door.
Afterward, the black-haired woman stretched out her hand and gently stroked Song Shuhang's cheek.
Her hands were ice-cold, bringing with it a kind of coolness.
"Hmm. Let me see. The cultivation technique you practice is the (Basic Buddhist Fist Technique) and the (Thirty-Three Divine Beasts' Technique)? Are you a disciple of the Thirty-Three Divine Beasts' Sect? "the black-haired woman asked.
Just by touching Song Shuhang's body with her fingers, she was able to recite the cultivation technique that Song Shuhang practiced as if she was very familiar with it. The cultivation and knowledge of this senior were truly unfathomable!
At the same time, Song Shuhang felt the same pressure from the black-haired woman as he felt from Venerable White, Venerable Spirit Butterfly, Venerable Tornado, and Venerable Septuagint.
Without a doubt, she was also an existence of the Venerable rank.
Perhaps even stronger!
"Replying to Senior. I'm not a disciple of the Thirty-Three Divine Beasts' Sect. " Song Shuhang shook his head and replied, "The Thirty-Three Divine Beasts' Sect has already been destroyed. I practiced the (Thirty-Three Divine Beasts' Technique) because Senior White helped me recover it, and I also obtained the (Whale Swallowing Technique) by chance."
"The Thirty-Three Divine Beasts' Sect was unexpectedly destroyed?" The black-haired woman was very surprised. In the past, the Thirty-Three Divine Beasts' Sect was also a famous sect, and there were several Venerable rank cultivators in the sect. She didn't expect that they would all be destroyed.
"The affairs of the world are unpredictable," the black-haired woman said as she cupped Song Shuhang's face with her hands.
Suddenly, she slightly furrowed her brows, and the lazy expression on her face disappeared.
Then, she dragged her long black hair and climbed back to the tall rocking chair, curling up her whole body in the rocking chair.
"I'm tired," the black-haired woman said.
"?" Song Shuhang.
"I'm tired, so I want to sleep. I want to sleep … Let's meet again tomorrow. "After saying this much, she took out a quilt from somewhere and covered herself with it. The rocking chair under her began to transform like a transformer, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a big comfortable bed.
"Good night." The black-haired woman waved at Song Shuhang and the others.
Song Shuhang didn't know whether to laugh or cry — what was the meaning of this?
Behind him, the door was pushed open, and the pair of male and female attendants entered the room. They apologetically smiled at Song Shuhang and Chu Chu, making a 'please' gesture.
"Alright then, Senior. Let's meet again tomorrow. "
Song Shuhang had no choice but to leave the pavilion first.
… …
… …
After Song Shuhang, Chu Chu, and Li Yinzhu were far away, Fairy Chu opened her eyes.
Her pupils slightly moved, and Runes automatically changed into patterns in front of her eyes.
There was a blazing Heaven Burning Blade.
There was a thick golden chain engraved with thirty-three types of beasts.
There was an incomparably exquisite puppet.
There was also a bamboo leaf and the projection of a white dragon.
In addition, there was a silver-colored gauntlet, a piece of blood bone …
Each of these items represented a powerful cultivator.
"Forget about that mysterious Scarlet Heaven, what are the other guys planning?" Fairy Chu muttered.
After a short moment, Fairy Chu pulled the quilt and comfortably stretched her body. "Hmm, but it has nothing to do with me. I'm so sleepy … right, since he seems to have some karma with Slow-Witted Song, I might as well help him. "
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