Lin Wan'er's expression froze, Ye Xiaoman was a ghost, she didn't dare to say it casually, so she thought about it and said: "My master is my father, and he is also a Taoist priest......"

A hint of surprise flashed in Song Xinghai's eyes, "Oh? It turned out to be a fellow practitioner, and Ling Zun belonged to that mountain gate? Maybe I know each other. ”

A trace of gloom flashed in Lin Wan'er's eyes, and she replied in a low voice: "My father is from Jiuyangguan, and his name is Lin Tiansheng......"

"Oh......" Song Xinghai thought about it, he hadn't heard this name in his memory, so he didn't care, thinking that it must be just a small Taoist temple, not famous.

Zhang Cheng also knew the name of his father-in-law for the first time, and he had only heard Lin Wan'er mention it before, her father disappeared when she was very young, and she had not come back for so many years.

Seeing that Lin Wan'er was aroused, she seemed a little unhappy, Zhang Cheng suddenly scolded with a dark face: "I said that you checked your household registration!" Ask so much for what! Drive your car honestly! ”

Seeing that Zhang Cheng was angry, Song Xinghai smiled and stopped talking.

The car quickly left the city and drove into a mountainous area, and after seven turns, it stopped in an empty valley.

As soon as Song Xinghai got out of the car, seven or eight young people immediately surrounded him, with flattering faces.

"Senior brother, I'm looking forward to you, we've been waiting here all afternoon." A young man said with a smile on his face.

Song Xinghai smiled, pointed at Zhang Cheng and said, "You can't blame me, Mr. Zhang has a big shelf, and I've been waiting for a long time, but if we can ask Mr. Zhang to help, we won't wait in vain." ”

As soon as they heard this, these people's eyes turned to Zhang Cheng, and the expressions on their faces were cold, and there was some faint hostility.

Zhang Cheng smiled, didn't care at all, pulled Lin Wan'er and got out of the car.

These people should all be disciples of Qingfeng Mountain, they first picked the Sanyuan Temple, slapped the face of the Daomen, and now they are blocking Song Xinghai's way, it is strange that they can have a good face for themselves.

A disciple said loudly to Song Xinghai: "Senior brother, it's not that the junior brother said you, you can just take action in this matter, why bother to find some cats and dogs, if you can't help when the time comes, you may add to the chaos." ”

The other person also chimed in: "Yes, senior brother, this time you led us to exterminate the demons, and returned Jiangcheng to a peace, it will definitely shake the magic world, and the throne of the chief disciple of the southwest belongs to you, why do you want others to get a piece of the pie!" ”

"Hey......" Song Xinghai waved his hand, and said lightly: "Don't be rude to Mr. Zhang, he has also made a lot of efforts in the early stage, although he let the demon escape a few times, but he can still help a little." ”

These words were simply a direct slap in Zhang Cheng's face, but Zhang Cheng just smiled and didn't bother to argue.

"Zhang Cheng!" At that moment, a voice came from behind the crowd, and an old man walked over through the crowd.

Zhang Cheng looked at it and was stunned for a moment, isn't this Hualong? How did I get here?

Hua Long pulled Zhang Cheng aside and asked in a low voice, "Where did you run today, I can't get through to your phone." ”

Zhang Cheng replied: "I went to the mountain with Xia Lan today, and there is no signal in that place, why did you come here?" ”

Hua Long glanced at Song Xinghai and snorted: "It's not this kid yet, her junior sister has been spreading the news everywhere in the past few days, saying that they Qingfeng Mountain is going to exterminate a big demon today, and invited all sects and factions to come over and watch the battle." We Qingcheng Mountain have always been uneasy with them, so let me go through the motions, but Weibaoshan sent a second-generation disciple over, called Wuweizi, who is also a real person with high-grade cultivation. ”

Just as the two were talking, a Taoist priest in his thirties walked over and said to Zhang Cheng: "This is Zhang Daoyou, I have admired my name for a long time." ”

Zhang Cheng nodded, "I'm not from the Daomen, just call me by name." ”

Wu Weizi smiled, "The world's cultivation is the way in the end, and the three thousand avenues return to different paths, no matter what sect or sect, they are all poor Taoist friends." ”

This sounded quite pleasant, so Zhang Cheng didn't say more.

Although he is a ghost corpse, he has no prejudice against the magic world in his heart, and he doesn't mind making more friends with a progressive mind like Hua Long.

Wu Weizi clasped his hands and said to Zhang Cheng: "If Zhang Daoyou makes a move this time, he will definitely succeed immediately, and Poor Dao can only start." ”

Zhang Cheng smiled, "Wuwei is a real person, this time it is a Qingfeng Mountain performance, I don't dare to steal the limelight from others, let's just watch the show." ”

Seeing Zhang Cheng getting together with Hua Long and Wu Weizi, the faces of the disciples of Qingfeng Mountain were a little unsightly.

A disciple said to Song Xinghai: "Senior brother, how could Qingcheng Mountain and Wei Baoshan have a relationship with that surnamed Zhang? They won't mess around for a while, right? ”

Song Xinghai smiled, "I called them over this time, just to let them witness the strength of my Qingfeng Mountain with their own eyes, so as not to chew their tongues afterwards, now that so many pairs of eyes are watching, even if they are unhappy in their hearts, they will not dare to act rashly." ”

The disciple suddenly realized, and hurriedly patted his ass and said, "Senior brother is really smart!" Junior brother admires! ”

"Hey!" Zhang Cheng pointed to the sky, turned his head and shouted to Song Xinghai: "I said when are you going to grind, it's going to be dark soon, you won't let us camp here tonight!" ”

Song Xinghai glanced at Zhang Cheng, turned around and walked towards the valley.

"Zhang Daoyou, Hua Daoyou, let's go and see the means of Qingfeng Mountain together......" Wu Weizi smiled and followed first.

Zhang Cheng hurriedly grabbed Lin Wan'er and followed behind.

After walking a hundred meters into the valley, the surrounding mountains became steeper and the light began to darken.

In a clearing in front of him, a half-person-high wooden platform has been erected, on which is arranged a Dharma altar, two bright yellow brocade flags fluttering in the wind, embroidered with two gossip patterns.

Song Xinghai took off his suit, threw it to a disciple next to him, walked up to the altar by himself, and asked for a portrait of a man wearing a Taoist robe, with a Qingfeng sword in his left hand and a dusty hand in his right hand, with a long beard, looking like a fairy wind and bones.

Seeing Zhang Cheng's doubts, Wuweizi said softly: "This is the ancestor of the Qingfeng Mountain Sect, and the nephew of the Song sect has not yet reached the tablet of the Heavenly Master, and he needs to borrow mana from the ancestor to perform the Baili Ganlin Technique." ”

"Oh......" Zhang Cheng nodded, a little curious in his heart, carefully staring at Song Xinghai's every move.

Hanging the portrait in front of the altar, Song Xinghai picked up a peachwood sword, and the tip of the sword pierced five or six pieces of yellow paper, burned it in the brazier, and after the yellow paper burned, he read aloud.

"The ancestor is above, Song Xinghai, the twenty-eighth generation disciple of Qingfeng Mountain, is doing it here, and I implore the ancestor to borrow my magical power to subdue demons!"

As soon as the words fell, a purple qi fell from the sky and merged into Song Xinghai's body.

Song Xinghai suddenly perked up, picked up two purple runes and put them on the altar, dipped the pen in cinnabar, moved his left and right hands together, and drew two spirit runes with a flying dragon and a phoenix.

(End of chapter)