"Brother, and the two of you, come and sit!" Sikong Zhan got up and said politely, his seniority is extremely high, and he has always been accustomed to being a senior, and he can talk to the martial artists of one side on an equal footing, but he doesn't need to be polite to the young people of the younger generation, and his tone naturally took the tone of an elder.

"I said goodbye in a hurry last time, I didn't expect us to meet here again, Taoist priest, you don't have to be polite, in the realm of the next word door Han. Although Han Zhijing was troubled by the disappearance of his senior brother, he was still quite happy to see Sikong Zhan, so he reported to his home.

His two nephews saw that Sikong Zhan was quite young, but he was old-fashioned when he spoke, and he felt a little awkward in his heart.

"Meet the seniors. The two of them saluted honestly, not daring to be disrespectful.

Han Zhijing confessed his background and reputation this time, Sikong Zhan had an urge to smile bitterly, the two were originally gentlemen's friends, as light as water, when he reported his identity and origin, I am afraid that the relationship between the two will change.

He was worried that his identity would scare the other party, so how should he talk as he pleased, and it would be so difficult to find someone to talk to? If he didn't say it, he was obviously rude, and he looked down on others, and he lied casually? He didn't think about it at all, and he didn't see anyone in the whole truth, so why hide it and do that villainous behavior.

In fact, Sikong Zhan has no other choice at all, maybe this is the helplessness of reality, sighed in his heart, he stretched out his hand to signal the three of them to sit down, and at the same time said: "The Taoist priest is from the Quanzhen Sect, and his surname is Sikong and his name is Zhan. ”

"Oh, it turned out to be Sikong ......" Han Zhijing just sat down, muttering Sikong Zhan's name in his mouth, and was about to say the word "brother", when he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"The little Taoist priest on the other side actually claimed that he was the head of the Quanzhen Sect, how could it be? Who in the world did not know that the Quanzhen Sect was the authentic sect of the world, and he was a well-deserved leader of the righteous path, and he faintly had the potential of Mount Tai Beidou.

And after the Zhongshentong Wang Zhenren Xianyou, it will not be the old naughty boy Zhou Botong who really supports the Quanzhen Sect, because almost everyone knows his unreliable character, and the seventh son of Quanzhen, as the second-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, cannot compete with the famous bigwigs in the Jianghu martial arts at all, and can only rely on the Sikong Zhan Sikong Dao Chief, who was born out of thin air.

That Sikong Dao Chang is indeed extraordinary, not only a rare martial arts genius, but also a source of blessings, although young, but in the Quanzhen Sect is facing a crisis when the breakthrough in battle, after nearly five years, martial arts is all the way forward, the sword casting family sword pool battle, the prestige reached an unprecedented peak, successfully inherited his senior brother 'the world' title, overpowering the entire rivers and lakes.

It can be said that almost all of his deeds, big and small, are recited by people all over the world, and no one does not admire his martial arts achievements, as well as his chivalrous heart and forgiving heart.

This Taoist priest actually said that he was the Sikong Dao Master of the Quanzhen Sect, could it be that he knew that I was in a troubled mood, so he deliberately came to explain me, by the way, that's right, that's it, didn't he recognize me just now when he heard my words. ”

When Han Zhijing heard Sikong Zhan say that he was Sikong Zhan, his first reaction was disbelief, and the impression of the real Sikong Zhan involuntarily appeared in his mind, and then he guessed Sikong Zhan's intentions, and his heart was moved, this little Taoist priest was not in vain.

Realizing Sikong Zhan's euphemistic explanation of himself, Han Zhijing's heart was warm, he didn't break Sikong Zhan's thoughts, but just laughed heartily after being stunned: "Little brother, you really know how to laugh, I understand your heart, brother, accept your affection." ”

How did Sikong Zhan know that Han Zhijing had misunderstood his truth, he only listened to the disconnected words, and he was confused.

"What do you want? What do you want to do? Why don't I know? What is it and what?"

Before he could speak, Han Zhijing smiled at the two senior nephews who had just recovered from excessive shock: "Don't be stunned, you two are not outsiders, little brother is not an outsider, hurry up and sit down, they were just joking just now, don't take it seriously." ”

One of the two young people had a rather cheerful personality and said to Sikong Zhan: "Senior, you are so funny!"

They were indeed frightened by Sikong Zhan's astonishing words, Sikong Zhan of the Quanzhen Sect, what do you really dare to say, and you are not afraid that the wind will flash your tongue, and the cowhide will have already been blown out. If it weren't for the existence of Uncle Shi, they would all think that Sikong Zhan was a mad Taoist priest who ran out of nowhere.

was first slapped by Han Zhijing, and then made up for it by his nephew, Sikong Zhan was depressed, these days, some people believe lies, but no one believes the truth.

He was just about to open his mouth to explain, when Han Zhijing spoke again, only to hear him shouting: "Little Er, Little Er!"

"Come on!" Xiao Er trotted over and asked, "What do you command, guest officer?"

Han Zhijing pointed to his previous table, then pointed to Sikong Zhan's table, and said, "Serve the food in a while, and send all the orders from that table here." ”

Xiao Er recognized that the three of Han Zhijing were sitting at the table before, and one of the young men ordered the food, nodded and said, "Okay, you can rest assured, may I ask, what else do you have to order?"

"Bring three chopsticks first, by the way, then put on the pot of wine, and take three wine glasses. "Sikong Zhan invited people to dinner, but he didn't do anything.

"I'm going to get the little one, you wait!" Xiao Er was about to turn around and leave.

Han Zhijing hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Drinking and making mistakes, drinking and making mistakes, just take three chopsticks." ”

Sikong Zhan suddenly remembered that when the two of them were eating barbecue together, he asked him to drink, and he also said that he had made a mistake when drinking, slapped his forehead, and said to Han Zhijing: "I'm sorry, I forgot that you don't drink." Han Zhijing didn't speak, but just shook his head, looking unbearable to look back on the past.

"Then take three chopsticks. Sikong Zhan said to Xiao Er.

"Good guest officer!"

However, after more than ten breaths, Xiao Er sent chopsticks, Han Zhijing ate a mouthful of food, and said to Sikong Zhan: "Now you should tell the truth, I can't know your name, brother!"

Sikong Zhan was still full of question marks, so he had to say sincerely again: "What Poor Dao said just now is the truth. ”

Han Zhijing laughed and said, "You said your name is Sikong Zhan?"

Sikong Zhan nodded.

"Still from the Quanzhen Sect?"

Sikong Zhan nodded.

"That's Sikong Zhan of the Quanzhen Sect?"

Sikong Zhan nodded.

Han Zhijing was speechless, and the interpreter was not so explained, so he had to explain: "I know that you don't want to be happy, so I deliberately said that I am the Sikong Zhan of the Quanzhen Sect, don't worry, it's okay, my senior brother is just missing." ”

After hearing this, Sikong Zhan understood, the misunderstanding was big, and he had to say extremely sincerely again: "Senior Brother Ji Ren has his own natural appearance, maybe there is really an emergency, Poor Dao is not worried, but Poor Dao is really the Sikong Zhan of the Quanzhen Sect." ”