He was a little embarrassed.
When Song Siyao received her older sister's questioning look, she smiled and nodded in agreement.
"Then I'll trouble Fellow Daoist Lü to spend the money."
Song Tingwan then softly echoed her sister, "You've gone to so much trouble."
She was a little curious; Lü Wanjian was face-blind and had a rather rigid personality, so how did the two of them meet?
"Fellow Daoist Lü, is there anything important you need to do? Why don't we go together to rescue someone? And while we're at it, tell me how you and my Ah Yao met."
Song Tingwan extended a soft invitation, and Lü Wanjian readily accepted.
"Me and the Sword Saint..."
"No need for that, just call me Fellow Daoist Song."
After saying this, Song Siyao looked helplessly at her older sister.
If you want to know, just ask her.
Song Tingwan smiled, thinking that listening to her sister's straightforward account was never as pleasant as hearing it from someone else.
"Haha, good. Fellow Daoist Song and I met while chasing an evil spirit..."
That was during the century that Song Tingwan was not involved in. Song Siyao was traveling alone, chasing an evil spirit that had killed dozens of people, when he encountered Lü Wanjian.
Lu Wanjian was a rogue cultivator who had taken on a job from a family member of someone who had died unjustly and had come to hunt him down.
After the two of them killed the evil spirit together, the man meticulously prepared to take the evil spirit's corpse back.
Song Siyao naturally had no objection; she had simply come to pursue and kill someone she had seen injustice.
The two had no conflict and particularly admired each other's footwork.
So the evil spirit's corpse was left aside, and the two began to spar on the spot.
The blood of the evil spirits on his body hadn't even been wiped off yet.
At that time, the two were evenly matched. After their sparring session, they were both panting heavily. When they looked back, they saw that the evil spirit's corpse had been carried away by some small spirit creature.
The two were dumbfounded.
They buried themselves in the search.
Finally, the spirit rat stuffed it into a tree hole that was so big that it took two people to hug it, and stored it away as a food reserve.
The two were left speechless, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
He even wanted to tap the innocent little rat's head.
How can they eat anything?
They didn't mind getting dirty.
Lu Wanjian still can't help but laugh when he talks about it.
Song Tingwan couldn't help but chuckle, "What happened next? Did you separate after finding the evil spirit's corpse?"
If things had stopped there, Ayao and this person wouldn't have become so familiar with each other.
Lü Wanjian shook his head.
“At that time, I had a lot of orders on hand. We traveled together for a while and killed a lot of evil spirits together.”
Under the personal instruction of Fellow Daoist Song, he, who had never visited the Spirit Network before, learned the Demon-Slaying Sword.
After that, eliminating evil spirits became even easier.
Following him, Song Siyao could find many traces of evil spirits, which was much more convenient than her searching aimlessly.
So the two worked together until Lü Wanjian finished all the orders in his hands, and then they said goodbye with regret.
"And today, does Fellow Daoist Lü have any orders?"
When this was mentioned, Lü Wanjian sighed.
"Don't even mention it. If there are no orders, fine. I chased a maddened monster here, and just as I caught up and was about to kill it, the earthquake suddenly shook the ground, and the monster disappeared without a trace, running away in a frenzy."
"The monster is nowhere to be found, so I have no choice but to stay and help rescue the people."
The two sisters raised their eyebrows.
Song Siyao laughed and pointed to the dried bloodstains on his body.
"The blood on my body is from that maddened monster."
"Oh, what a coincidence! It's good that it was killed. That demon beast was quite powerful; it wouldn't be good if it hurt people indiscriminately." Lu Wanjian breathed a sigh of relief.
At that moment, Song Tingwan hissed and cast a dust-removing spell on A Yao.
How could she have forgotten to clean the blood off her sister?
However, the spell had no effect whatsoever.
Song Tingwan performed the treatment again, then looked at A Yao with a puzzled expression.
Song Siyao shrugged. "This bloodstain can't be removed, so I came to ask my sister for help."
While rescuing the person, the three kept trying out all sorts of random things on Song Siyao.
Song Siyao smelled the stench emanating from his body with a blank expression; he was barely alive.
Fortunately, Xiao Ao and the little spirits in the house weren't there, otherwise they would definitely have covered their noses and complained about her.
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