Chichengzi knew that the matter of the Quanzhen Sect was not serious, so he was not polite, and asked, "Does the Horsesfoot Sect know where the Sikong brothers are now?" Without Zhou Botong, his own side will inevitably reduce its combat strength, but it is not unbearable, as long as there is no shortage of Sikong Zhan, more precisely, there can be no shortage of talismans made by Sikong Zhan.

This time, if it weren't for the talisman he carried with him, he would have returned to heaven and earth long ago.

Among the people I know, I finally have a friend who can make all kinds of talismans such as attacking the enemy, escaping, etc., and Akagiko doesn't make full use of it, unless there is a problem with his brain.

Ma Yu shook his head and said: "I don't know, I only heard Uncle Shi say that he went to Hangzhou Mansion, but I don't know if he is still there." ”

"Hangzhou Mansion?" Chi Chengzi muttered to himself, wait, it must not work, it is the most difficult thing to say about breaking through the realm, the time is long and short, the short is just that, and the long may not be able to break through in a lifetime.

Akagizi is not a passive character, he has always liked to grasp the initiative, and he can't find anyone to talk about when the time comes.

He slapped the table and decided: "Okay, I'll set off and go to Hangzhou Mansion first, if the person is still there, if the person has left, inquire in the local area, and I should be able to ask for some clues." "In order to increase the chances of winning, why don't you run more, he doesn't care.

Zhong Liang wondered again, the old friend did not come for the divine soldiers, but directly for the two martial artists of the Quanzhen Sect, could it be that those two really had other special abilities, and they could be worthy of the old friend to go all the way to pursue.

Ma Yu forgot it, Chichengzi really had something important to find the third uncle, otherwise, he would not have such an attitude, but unfortunately, he couldn't do anything. Since people don't take the initiative to say it, he doesn't ask if he is interested, so as not to embarrass each other.

Chichengzi was in a hurry, and without saying a few words, he proposed to go down the mountain, Ma Yu had no choice, and sent the two to the mountain gate, Zhong Liang said happily: "It's getting dark, I Zhong Liang still don't like the day, and the night can make me relaxed and happy." ”

Zhong Liang's unintentional emotion suddenly crossed Ma Yu's mind like a meteor, making Ma Yu grasp the previous bit of aura, and he suddenly realized: "Your Excellency is Zhong Liang, the corpse chaser, look up for a long time!"

"Huh?" Zhong Liang was strange, he remembered talking to each other, and did not mention the word "corpse chaser", and the old friend seemed to only say his name.

"Horseshoe Sect, how do you know he's a corpse chaser? You seem to have heard of him?"

Ma Yu said with a smile: "Poor Dao did hear Uncle Sikong mention a corpse chaser, whose name is Zhong Liang, when the two of them came at the beginning, they heard the Taoist chief say the word 'Zhong Liang', Poor Dao felt a little familiar, he didn't think about it for a while, he just heard Zhong Daoyou's words again, and he remembered it all of a sudden. ”

Zhong Liang, who was originally curious about Sikong Zhan, is even more curious now, when did his name spread so widely, if I remember correctly, he has always been a loner and extremely low-key, and few people know their name.

The thing is strange that a martial artist in the rivers and lakes actually knew about his existence, Zhong Liang was completely confused, and said strangely: "Sikong Zhan recognizes me?"

"Uncle Shi and Zhong Daoyou had a relationship, and Zhong Daoyou solved a small trouble for him at that time. ”

Ma Yu saw that both of them were listening attentively, and continued: "He said that in Ciyun Temple, he encountered a zombie, and the two parties were fighting, and suddenly a person came out of the ground and snatched the zombie at once. ”

Speaking of this, Zhong Liang's eyes lit up, and he finally remembered, and couldn't help but say excitedly: "Then didn't that person put a yellow paper talisman on the zombie's forehead, restrained the zombie in one fell swoop, and then found more zombies from the temple." ”

Ma Yu mentioned that he came out of the ground to grab zombies, isn't it who else he did, that time he can be said to have gained a lot, extremely impressive, there are so many warriors fighting with zombies, and there is a little girl outside.

"That's right, that's about it. Ma Yu agreed.

"It turns out that one of those two warriors is Sikong Zhan, I really didn't expect it. He was so happy at the time that he reported to his home, and Sikong Zhan knew that he was not surprised.

Chichengzi was surprised when he heard this, and said, "Brother, the fate with the Quanzhen Sect is not shallow." ”

"It's amazing that things are unpredictable. Ma Yu echoed.

Zhong Liang also felt strange and said with a smile: "It's not, it turned out to be an ordinary chance encounter, who would have thought that I would be able to send it to the door by myself." As he spoke, his tone was unconsciously less polite and more intimate.

A small fate brought the relationship between Zhong Liang and the Quanzhen Sect closer.

The three of them said something more, the two said goodbye, and Ma Yu said solemnly: "Take care of the two of you all the way." ”

"Take care!"

"Take care!"

......

The last rays of the sunset have faded for a long time, and a bright moon hangs in the sky, and the silver light shines on the surface of Taihu Lake, reflecting the rippling water waves.

Sikong Zhan stands on the bow of the boat, carrying a gourd full of sake, and occasionally takes a sip, and is content.

After taking a turn in Hanshan Temple during the day, he had a whim, it would be better to experience the feeling of "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, and the bell rings to the passenger ship in the middle of the night".

As soon as this idea popped up, Sikong Zhan instantly felt like he had been beaten with chicken blood, imagining the picture at that time in his mind, and feeling that his realm seemed to be suddenly much higher.

Just do it, Sikong Zhan came to the shore of Taihu Lake, quickly found a passenger boat, filled the gourd with wine, brought snacks and other equipment, and started his own experience journey with great interest.

Of course, he definitely couldn't understand Zhang Ji's pain, and he didn't want to understand it, what he wanted was the artistic conception of the sound of flowing water in the middle of the night in the moonlight, in the flat boat.

One shift, two shifts, three shifts at night.

Time passed quickly, Sikong Zhan was not in a hurry, and waited leisurely, waiting for the moment when the monks of Hanshan Temple rang the "Impermanence Bell".

Knock –

The low, melodious bell finally rang.

The sound of the bell passed through the temple and down the surface of the lake, far away.

Sikong Zhan leaned over and closed his eyes, quietly realizing.

Good times are often short-lived, and at this moment, a very shrill laughter suddenly rang out on the shore.

"Hahaha, hahaha,......"

Sikong Zhan's good mood was ruined by untimely laughter, and he deeply regretted that he had not let the boatman row the boat farther! He was even more angry, where did the madman come from in the middle of the night, he was purely here to stir up his situation.

After listening to it, Sikong Zhan vaguely felt that this voice was a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.