The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Are you two from Zhangjiacun?!"

Zhang Wangxing did not find it unbelievable. After all, although Zhang Qinghe and Zhao Haitang looked young, they had an extraordinary detachment and stability. If they were attributed to the knowledge left by their ancestors in the Hidden Village, it would make sense.

But he didn't know that what he thought was the knowledge of his ancestors had already been crushed into dust over the course of hundreds of years - mortals were different from monks after all.

Today's Zhangjia Village, in addition to Muramasa, who keeps secrets, and Zhang Lian, who has a mysterious origin, is no different from an ordinary countryside. It is even more closed-minded and short-sighted. Compared with the monks of the Zhang family in Qingyuntian who come and go, they are simply as low as dust.

This may be what the clan elders want to see.

"Yes, where did the guest house come from?"

Zhao Haitang and Zhang Qinghe still looked so vigilant, and the conflict on their faces did not disappear.

Zhang Wangxing didn't find it strange, after all, any stranger would be suspicious if he asked where he lived.

What's more, this person came over with a map. The valley was clearly marked on the map, as if the purpose was clear.

"Don't be impatient, I'm looking for you Muramasa."

"Mr. Muramasa? What do you want from him?"

Zhang Wangxing originally didn't pay much attention to the young child at his feet who seemed to be playing with the ravines in the snow with a branch, but when he heard this clear voice, Zhang Wangxing was stunned.

This sound was like an electric shock, which made Zhang Wangxing notice Zhang San, and also caused his mood to become turbulent in an instant.

He hurriedly squatted down and carefully looked at Zhang San's delicate little face like a porcelain doll - this boy was really too spiritual, and every move he made seemed agile and not out of touch, making people want to get close to him.

However, in Zhang Wangxing's view, this face, this embryo, and this milky voice made him feel an unprecedented sense of familiarity, bringing back long-standing memories...

Under the gazes of Zhang Qinghe and Zhao Haitang, and under Zhang San's disgusted gaze, Zhang Wangxing held Zhang San's face impatiently, as if he wanted to look at it carefully.

"You are...you are..."

Zhang Wangxing seemed to be convinced of something and held the little boy tighter.

"What is the guest doing?!"

Zhang Qinghe pulled Zhang San behind him, and Zhao Haitang's eyes were filled with disgust for Zhang Wangjiang's teasing - she consciously put herself on Zhang Qinghe's side, so she did not hide her dislike for the Dongxu monk.

Zhang Wangxing felt a little disappointed when he saw this, but he seemed to be stunned and stared at Zhang San for a long time.

"It's unmistakable. He should be a child of Wang Ling's family. He is exactly the same as Wang Ling. It's unmistakable."

Zhang Wangxing is indeed a Dongxu monk. After a moment of mental turmoil, he immediately adjusted his mentality and his face became calm again.

"Zhang Wangling..."

Zhang Qinghe silently wrote down the name of this person, and then silently asked the Taiyin Star Lord in the mysterious bag——

"Zhang Wangling, does Xingjun know this person?"

Taiyin Star Lord was silent for a while, and then he responded softly.

"Zhang Wangling doesn't know much about it, but there is a Zhang Wangxing in the Zhang family who is very famous. At this point, he can be regarded as the youngest group of Dongxu monks in Zhongtian. More than seven hundred years later, he has become a bastard. Cave Ancestor.

But no matter what, since this so-called Zhang Wangling is of the Wangzi generation, he can only look for it in his direct lineage. "

Zhang Qinghe was surprised by Taiyin Star Lord's familiarity with these matters. He had explained the news about Zhangjia Biluo Lake to him in Lantian before fighting with Sun Star Lord. Now he knew a lot about the overhaul in the Zhang family. It's really a strange thing.

Even if it is obtained from the Tiangong network, it is too much attention.

But now was obviously not the time to ask, so he suppressed the questions in his mind and said:

"He may be Zhang San's father. If we know the origin of this person, it will be extremely important to figure out the ins and outs of the incident. At least we can know why Zhang Lian came to this small village.

I have a hunch that Zhang Lian's background is also related to the secret of Zhangjia Biluo Lake. More importantly, this child..."

Zhang Qinghe looked at Zhang San carefully, observing his reaction. Zhang San was born smart. As soon as he heard the name "Zhang Wangling", he knew that this was probably his father, and there was a certain kind of heat and strong emotions in his eyes.

He pursed his lips and clenched his chubby fists. He knew that this was not the time to delve into the matter and could not ruin his husband's affairs, so he pretended to be stupid and ignorant.

"What does the guest mean by this? Who is Zhang Wangling that the guest is talking about? Could it be that the guest knows my disciple's father?"

Zhang Qinghe also responded eagerly—in fact, this was exactly his mood.

"Ah...I admitted my mistake. I feel ashamed to say it, and it was very abrupt..." Zhang Wangxing was startled for a moment. He really didn't need to tell this country man from the Zhang family something he couldn't understand.

"You just said you were... sir?"

"Yes, I was lucky enough to go away for a few years. After gaining some experience, I returned to Zhangjia Village and became a tutor. Almost all the children in the village received their education from me, and Xiao San'er is no exception."

Oh... So that's it. This makes sense. These two people may have walked out of Zhangjiacun and seen Xiantang and even Zhongtian, so they gradually didn't care about the monks.

Zhang Wangxing's honest face showed confusion, but then he looked at Xiao San'er, and his eyes became more complicated.

"What's wrong with you? Even if you are a monk, you don't keep asking questions, right? We haven't answered our questions yet. What on earth are you looking for Muramasa for?"

Zhao Haitang was a little impatient when she heard this, and she tightened her stance. She gave Zhang Qinghe a hard look - she didn't like to make these twists and turns, how could she possibly ask for anything when it was covered by clouds and fog?

If Zhang Qinghe hadn't stopped him secretly, she would have gone straight to try to knock Dongxu out and search for souls. Although I have never killed the loaded list, I should give it a try.

Zhang Wangxing was forced into a bit of embarrassment and couldn't help rubbing his hands - he was really in a dilemma. It was the first time he was forced into this situation by two mortals. However, he was one of his own and couldn't move his hands. He instantly felt that he was a victim. The mute who was fed Coptis chinensis.

Zhang Qinghe and Zhao Haitang both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes - this man is so honest! How could any other monk be so arrogant and intimidating?

Is this all the hole?

Not long after, Zhang Wangxing spoke out——

"Zhangjia Village is already in danger. I am the helper invited by your village chief."

"Danger? I have been teaching in the village for so long and I have never seen any danger. I wonder what danger the guest is referring to?"

Zhang Qinghe raised his eyebrows.

Zhang Wangxing naturally wouldn't say it, and Zhang Qinghe just wanted to tease this silly upper-level third-level cultivator with Zhao Haitang.