"How dare you ask my name? When it is the five mountains to welcome! Zhang Lingdao sighed when he heard this, and blurted out between his words, "The sun and the moon want to ask me about my hatred?" Even the four seas are also tilted! ”

Zhang Lingdao finally remembered a sentence, and he didn't know when he heard it, but it seemed to be a little related to the world.

"Eight desolations on the top of Taibai on the sword, the mysterious swordsman Ye Zhiqiu, one sword swings the eight desolations!"

This is a sentence he heard in his previous life, although he has not heard such a story in this world, but even he has to admire Ye Zhiqiu's life and his perseverance!

Such a person, no matter when, will never be a supporting role, as long as he does not die, he will eventually occupy a place in the rivers and lakes of this martial arts world.

"A good five mountains to welcome, a good four seas also tilted, the young man is worthy of being famous in Hangzhou, the name of the people in the south of the Yangtze River, the old man has watched people in the world for many years, and it is the first time to see such a young hero!"

Sikong Yang said, and when he said this, Shangguan Xiaoxian had already left, leaving only the two of them present.

Zhang Lingdao had actually already noticed the mysterious person in front of him, although he didn't understand his unusual feelings, but since the other party had no malicious intentions, he just let it go.

"I don't know what is the matter with Mr. looking for me?" Zhang Lingdao still kept an appropriate distance, so that even if there was an accident, he could escape very quickly.

"I feel the breath of my sect in you, I wonder if the young man is lucky enough to meet my great-ancestor? Or have you seen my patriarch? Sikong Yang asked.

Zhang Lingdao's heart tightened, "Uh...... Mr. said with a smile, I'm just a weak-crowned boy, how can I have the opportunity to meet your patriarch? Besides, I don't know what kind of character your ancestor is, and even if I do, I don't know it! ”

"Shaoxia doesn't have to be so cautious, one of my doors has been handed down from the early Tang Dynasty, it has a history of hundreds of years, and it has its own set of means to distinguish characters, Shaoxia contains a breath of my first ancestor Li Chunfeng, but Shaoxia himself is not very clear."

Sikong Yang's voice is still so hoarse and cold, but his words can always warm people's hearts and lungs, and make people unconsciously believe what he says.

Zhang Lingdao nodded subconsciously, but he still stopped this desire, if he believed what others said, he wouldn't be able to get here.

Sikong Yang is such a witty and dexterous person, of course he also saw the suspicion in the other party's eyes, but he didn't explain too much, facts speak louder than words, if he can't come up with any evidence, even if he says it is out of the blue, it is estimated that no one will believe him.

This is human nature, let alone such an elite who has just come out of the sect? Sikong Yang frowned and thought about it, knowing that he had to come up with some dry goods.

What Zhang Lingdao was thinking in his heart, of course, only he knew, although the guy in front of him seemed to be extremely weird, and there were all kinds of mysteries.

But what does this have to do with him, if he can't come up with evidence that convinces him, he is just a passerby, and he doesn't need to care at all, not to mention that the Li Chunfeng he met is hiding a big secret, a secret that is enough to make any large force in the world tear their faces with them.

Sikong Yang Shen Dao took out a jade plaque from his body, and there was nothing on that jade plaque, just a very simple and clean jade plaque, as if it was carved from pure jade, and nothing else was applied at all.

Sikong Yang took out a jade knife from his waist, and that knife, for some reason, was able to open such a sharp blade, cutting his hand and dripping a few drops of crimson blood.

Zhang Lingdao is still very puzzled, do you still think you are a shaman? Is it difficult to prepare for the conjuring of spirits with this kind of ritual?

Of course, Sikong Yang couldn't hear the slander in his heart, and if he heard it, he would probably nod his head very approvingly, "I'm just summoning spirits, how do you know?" ”

However, looking at his skillfulness, it is not done once or twice, Zhang Lingdao watched the blood dripping on the jade plate, and the jade plate, which had not moved, emitted a shimmering light under the moisture of the blood.

The glimmer of light was like rainbow and snow, and it seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes, full of illusions, but his eyes had never deceived him, how could this be an illusion?

Wait a minute! Zhang Lingdao suddenly recalled, wasn't he deceived by people with vision before? Although he quickly reacted to that kind of deception, doesn't it mean that his eyes are not as powerful as before?

Zhang Lingdao hurriedly closed his eyes, compared to his gaze, he believed in his own heart more, unless there was any magic in this world that could bewitch the heart, otherwise what he saw with his heart would never go wrong.

Where the slightest change could not be seen in the naked eye, in his illusory spiritual sense, some wonderful changes finally appeared, and the light that bloomed on the jade pendant, which was originally unresponsive, became brighter and brighter.

He thought it was his own delusion, but the dazzling light it showed told him that it was not just an illusion.

After Sikong Yang ordered dozens of drops of blood, the jade pendant, which had no reaction, immediately began to vibrate violently, and a vast and distant aura emanated from it, and Zhang Lingdao even felt a soul that he was very familiar with inside.

What's more, the soul he had ever seen in this world was only one person, and under this violent vibration, he could feel that something seemed to be missing in his body, and these things followed the light and came there.

The vibrations of the jade pendant became more and more violent, and along with these violent vibrations, a spot of light gradually gathered in the air.

Zhang Lingdao opened his eyes, but nothing appeared in the air, but when he closed them again, he could clearly feel the spot of light in his spiritual sense.

As the light continued to intensify and gather, the light spot gradually became complete, and after more than ten seconds, the light spot gradually took shape, turning into an old man with a strange face and a relieved expression.

"The descendant who woke me up for the last time, I wonder what else you have in mind?" There was a trace of dissatisfaction in the old man's eyes, but I was more of a relief hidden behind it, and I didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse to live in such a situation until now!

"Ancestor, I also hope that you will rest soon, I have found you this old man, what do you think?" Sikong Yang said very respectfully, and there was a glimmer of hope in the respect.