"Boy, stop howling!" When Zhang Zixiang wailed for the tenth time that he was unlucky, the strange old man finally couldn't help but start roaring at Zhang Zixiang. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Senior, aren't you dumb?" Zhang Zixiang was startled by the strange old man's roar, calmed down, and asked stupidly.

The strange old man glared at Zhang Zixiang, turned around and didn't want to pay attention to him anymore.

Zhang Zixiang was about to explode by the depressing atmosphere of the spiritual prison, and there was a "kind-hearted" Dongying Onmyoji who couldn't understand the language before to talk to him, and he was also killed by the jailer.

Now that this weird old man has opened his mouth to deal with him, don't you really plan to wait alone to go crazy if you don't seize the opportunity?

"Senior, who are you?"

"Senior, why were you arrested?"

"Senior, how long have you been in?"

"Senior, let's talk!

"Senior ......"

......

But no matter how Zhang Zixiang asked, the strange old man stopped talking, turned his head, plugged his ears, and went to sleep again.

"Senior, senior, don't ignore me, hey...... Huh, why do I say "hey"?...... Ah, it's not important! Wake up, senior!" Zhang Zixiang ran over and suddenly saw a very strange thing hanging from the waist of the strange old man. He didn't dare to push the strange old man, so he had to turn around the strange old man, while he kept babbling, trying to get the strange old man out of bed with a mental attack.

The strange old man was really tortured by Zhang Zixiang's childish and annoying methods so much that he couldn't sleep, and sat up and watched Zhang Zixiang play treasure speechlessly.

"Senior ......" Zhang Zixiang saw that the strange old man was up, and ran over excitedly to continue.

"Don't call me senior! I'm not your senior! If you call me senior again, I'll be rude to you!"

Zhang Zixiang scratched his head and asked embarrassedly, "Then what should I call you?"

The strange old man looked at Zhang Zixiang's stupid appearance, and sighed helplessly: "The old man's surname is Kou, you can call me Uncle Kou." ...... Forehead...... It doesn't matter what it's called! It's time to rest, so you can just stop!"

Zhang Zixiang wanted to say something again, but because Uncle Kou wanted to kill him, he had to shrink back.

The night passed like this, and Uncle Kou stretched and opened his eyes while yawning, but he was startled. Zhang Zixiang was squatting beside him, staring at him with bloodshot eyes.

Uncle Kou and Zhang Zixiang, who was standing beside him, stared at him for a long time, and finally reacted, raised a foot and kicked Zhang Zixiang away.

"Ahh......h Uncle Kou, what are you doing!" Zhang Zixiang rubbed his waist (?), got up from the ground, and complained.

"I*...... What are you doing? I ask you what to do! Early in the morning, what are you looking at by squatting beside me without sleeping?" Uncle Kou finally couldn't maintain his original eccentric demeanor anymore, and scolded angrily.

Zhang Zixiang shook his head, spread out his palm, and held up the object in his palm to show Uncle Kou: "Uncle Kou, do you recognize this thing?"

Uncle Kou didn't care much about it at first, but when he took a closer look at the things in Zhang Zixiang's hands, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he hurriedly snatched the things in Zhang Zixiang's hands, and shouted: "Who allowed you to touch my things!"

At this moment, Zhang Zixiang could clearly sense the murderous aura emitted by Uncle Kou on the other side. He had no doubt that even if Uncle Kou was sealed with the same whole body cultivation as him, even if he was just a bad old man, if he didn't give him a satisfactory answer now, he would let him disappear from this world!

Zhang Zixiang hurriedly waved his hand to argue: "That's not the case, senior, your identity jade plate is still on your waist, and this piece in your hand is mine!"

Uncle Kou carefully examined the things in his hand, it was a small jade plate, not very big, about two fingers long, jade is not a good jade, it does not have any fairy spirit, and it is not worth a few dollars, and it is precisely because of this that he escaped the search of those greedy jailers. On the top are engraved with two smaller small characters "Dragon and Tiger" in a small seal. Although jade is not a good jade, but this word is really a good word, the dragon flies in the sky, the tiger roars on the ground, the clouds flow water, and the Tao is natural.

This is the identity jade plate of Longhu Mountain Zhengtian Shidao, the handwriting engraved on it is written by Zhang Sheng, the fourth generation of Heavenly Master Dao, after settling in Longhu Mountain, and the disciples of Longhu Mountain Tianshi Dao have a piece of their hands as a proof of their origin.

Uncle Kou hurriedly groped around on his body, and was stunned to find that his identity jade plate was still hanging on his body. He took off the jade pendant on his body and put the two jade plates side by side, and the two jade plates were identical.

"You...... You are...... Who are you, disciple of the inner sect of Dragon Tiger Mountain?" Uncle Kou's voice was no longer as calm as it had been, and his intermittent questioning showed that he was shocked in his heart.

Zhang Zixiang took two steps back, saluted, and replied loudly: "In the next Zhang Zixiang, my uncle is Zhang Fu, the ninth generation of the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, and I don't know the previous ...... Who is Uncle Kou, who has a relationship with my Dragon Tiger Mountain, how can he have the identity of my inner disciple of Dragon Tiger Mountain?"

"Already...... It's the ninth generation!" Uncle Kou's expression was obviously a little wrong, and he looked at Zhang Zixiang vigorously, but his eyes began to drift, as if he was looking at another person through Zhang Zixiang: "By the way, I should have recognized you a long time ago." After all, you look so similar......"

"Uncle Kou knows Uncle Jia?" Zhang Zixiang was confused, and looked at Uncle Kou's face full of doubts. I haven't heard my uncle say that he has a friend surnamed Kou! Looking at Uncle Kou's age, is it from his grandfather's generation?

Uncle Kou shook his head and replied, "Zhang Fu? If he is really a ninth-generation Heavenly Master, he should call me Grandpa!"

Zhang Zixiang was furious: "If the predecessors don't want to reveal their true identities, forget it, why insult your uncle and take advantage of such a tongue!"

Uncle Kou slapped Zhang Zixiang on the head angrily and said: "The old man is already two hundred and nine years old this year, and he still takes advantage of him by calling him a grandson! If it weren't for the same Heavenly Master, if you want to have a relationship with the old man, the old man wouldn't bother to deal with it!"

Two...... 200...... Zhang Zixiang gasped, hurriedly took a few steps back, and carefully examined Uncle Kou's appearance again, and was taken aback again.

Uncle Kou's appearance turned out to be younger than Zhang Zixiang originally imagined. On a long face, the half-gray and half-gray beard and hair were messily entangled, so that Zhang Zixiang thought the other party was a bad old man at first. There was no wrinkle on the face covered with black stains, and there was a faint red light, obviously full of qi and blood, without the slightest sense of old age and infirmity.

But if what Uncle Kou said is true......

"Dare to ask the seniors, what is the name of the surname Gao?" Zhang Zixiang bowed deeply to Uncle Kou and bowed to ask.

"It's been too long, and the people in the world must have forgotten the old man, right?" Uncle Kou's face was full of memories and thoughts, and a sense of vicissitudes of life arose.

"Old man, it's the Heavenly Master of the Northern Sect—"

"Kou-Qian-Zhi!"