Soon, another hour passed. The young master, Zhang Daoren, finally arrived here.

When the young man saw this, he immediately got up from the ground and respectfully bowed to his teacher.

"Master, uncle."

Zhang Daoren and the middle-aged man behind him nodded, focusing his gaze on Lin Xining, Qing Feng and Hei Shi.

Lin Xining raised his head and silently looked at Zhang Daoren for a few seconds, and the Zhang Daoren took the lead in opening his eyes and bowing to Lin Xining.

"In Xia Zhang Yuandao, it is his master. The man behind me is called Zhang Yuanyuan, his uncle. ”

The 'he' in Zhang Dao's mouth is the young demon hunter.

Lin Xining saw Zhang Daoren's attitude like this, and immediately gave up his hand and returned the salute.

Then he said: "I am a monster, so I don't need to say it, the ancient demon hunter set my race: pipa ghost, three words." ”

"You can call me a lute ghost."

Zhang Yuandao and Zhang Yuanyuan recalled the information belonging to the pipa ghost in their minds, and then compared them with Lin Xining.

"It's ....... I heard that the pipa ghost played a good pipa, but I don't know ....."

When Lin Xining heard this, he knew that they still wanted to confirm it, so he simply itched it painlessly, so Lin Xining took the pipa back from Qingfeng's arms and played a song casually in his arms.

It is still the sound of the pipa that can soothe people's hearts and make people reverie, which makes the people and monsters present deeply intoxicated.

Since Concubine Yu left, the little monsters who stayed to stare at Lin Xining seemed to be sitting in some kind of dream, and they fell into the arms of their companions next to them with a happy smile on their faces.

…

After finishing the song, Lin Xining looked at Zhang Daoren, who had not yet returned to his senses, and the smile on his face did not diminish at all.

After a few minutes, the three demon hunters came back to their senses at the same time, and looked at Lin Xining, who was looking at them, and they all blushed.

In the end, it was Zhang Daoyuan, who was thick-skinned, who opened his mouth to break the increasingly embarrassing atmosphere on the field.

"The sound of the pipa ghost is really like fairy music like the legend, but it's a pity that the human recording equipment can't record it at all."

Speaking of this, Zhang Yuandao looked at Lin Xining's pipa with some regret.

But soon, he put away his other thoughts and set his eyes on the sword spike that was on Lin Xining's lap.

"That's ...... Sword Spike! ”

Zhang Daoyuan looked at Jian Sui, the expression on his face was a little frozen, although he had prepared for the worst on the way here, but he didn't want to see Jian Sui being dragged down now, his heart was still a little painful.

I'm sorry for all the ancestors, I hope you don't blame me for not being able to protect the sword spike.

Zhang Yuandao thought about it in his heart, and then looked at Lin Xining.

"Mr. Pipa Ghost, we have already heard from my apprentice about the cause of the incident. So what's going on with that breath that belongs to the big monster? ”

Lin Xining looked at the three young men, Zhang Yuandao and Zhang Yuanyuan, who had become serious, his face was still cynical, he handed the pipa to Qingfeng, and hooked his index finger to the sword spike lying on his lap.

"There is a great demon's breath trapped in the copper coin on the sword spike, but there are too few monsters I have seen, and I don't know whose breath it is."

After that, Lin Xining rubbed the copper coin with his fingers, feeling the demonic aura that wanted to suppress him, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a chuckle.

"I'm also curious about it, why don't you tell me about this sword spike, and when I find the owner of this breath, I'll come back and tell you~"

Zhang Yuandao and Zhang Yuandao glanced at each other, then sighed and learned from Lin Xining's appearance, and also sat cross-legged on the ground.

"We don't know much about this sword spike, but there is a story."

"I'd like to hear about it."

This time, it was not Zhang Yuandao who spoke, but Zhang Yuanyuan.

Lin Xining listened to this Zhang Yuanyuan and said slowly: "In the past, there was a legend in the Shimen, saying that the founding patriarch of the Shimen once had an invisible friend. ”

"At first, the predecessors of the same period as the founder didn't believe that the founder had a friend. I just thought that the unwarranted friend was fabricated by the ancestor of the mountain. ”

"But later, every time the founding patriarch was killed, he would inexplicably turn the danger into a disaster."

"At that time, some people began to believe that the founder of the mountain did have a friend, but they couldn't see it."

Speaking of this, Zhang Yuanyuan paused for a moment and continued: "At that time, because the founding patriarch was protected by this seemingly powerful friend, the seniors of the same period easily did not dare to provoke the opening patriarch. ”

"Therefore, the founder of the mountain also cultivated the master smoothly until old age."

Later, an ordinary disciple in the sect suddenly discovered that one day the founding patriarch did not speak to his friend.

For a month, the Founding Patriarch did not say anything, as if his friend had left. ”

"This news quickly spread all over the world, and the enemies of the founding patriarch came to the door when they heard the news."

"My uncle told me that it was the worst time for their sect, and if it weren't for the patriarch of the mountain to hold on to his breath, it is likely that there would be no such sect as them now. And this peachwood sword is the personal weapon of the ancestor of the mountain. ”

With that, Zhang Yuanyuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten his somewhat dry throat.

…

After listening to this story, Zhang Yuandao said to Lin Xining: "According to what you said, there is a big demon breath in this sword spike, so it is very likely that the friend of the founding ancestor is a big demon!" ”

The more he thought about this possibility, Zhang Yuandao's eyes lit up.

"If we can find it, with the face of this founding ancestor, this big demon will definitely be able to help us solve the current predicament!"

"Huh."

Regarding Zhang Yuandao's idealized conjecture, Lin Xining sneered disdainfully, and then directly poured a large basin of cold water down.

"The face of your founding ancestor? Are you sure? You know, this friend who doesn't know if it's your founding patriarch is still uncertain. ”

"Besides, even if it is. If it can suddenly leave your Founding Patriarch thousands of years ago, it means that something must have happened between them. ”

"Guess why this friend suddenly left your Founding Ancestor."

Lin Xining, who poured cold water, looked at the three people who were already frowning on the other side with satisfaction.

After listening to Lin Xining's words, Zhang Yuandao frowned, and at the same time guessed various possibilities in his heart.

However, before he could say it, he denied it again.

"Could that big demon be a mother! And then he was hurt by the founding patriarch, so he left forever!? ”

At this time, the young man, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

And the conjecture in his mouth is also the most absurd and the most likely.

It's just that the founder of the mountain has never married, and in the end, it is the child raised by the founder who inherits the master.

There is no trace of blood left in the world.

This made the three people present frown, because it suddenly occurred to them that the conjecture of the young demon hunter was not impossible.

……