Dazhi looked up at Sikong Xiao, and saw that the cherry red mouth slightly opened and spit out a name, "She is...Os..."

"But the witch who fought with his master on the top of the mountain that day?"

"good."

Sikong Xiao responded softly, while opening the letter in his hand that looked quite old and browsing.

Dazhi looked at Sikong Xiao, and he had many questions in his heart but didn't dare to ask. The usual old-fashioned and serious face was a little stiff. After reading the letter, Sikong Xiao turned around and saw that Dazhi's expression seemed to be different. After thinking about it, he said, "You want to ask me why I want to find her?"

"Master..." Dazhi's face turned red, and he suddenly felt a little Aiqi. In fact, as a subordinate, the master's instructions did not require him to know why, he just needed to do it.

"It's okay, I wanted to tell you, sooner or later."

Sikong Xiao smiled gently and moved his body slightly to the side, lifting his hand slowly.

Dazhi looked at Sikong Xiao for no reason, and saw a thunderous sound of the white jade fingertips suddenly burst into light, and an electric light shone out of thin air, instantly turning the letter into ashes.

Sikong Xiao bounced his fingertips indifferently, and the ashes on his fingertips floated down. Just as the ashes were about to touch the ground, they quickly dissipated without leaving any trace.

Dazhi's eyebrows thumped, and he couldn't help but think in his heart that he was afraid that few people in the world could do this trick of controlling thunder. The master is so low-key. If these methods had been revealed, how could the people of the four countries only hear the name of the ancient phoenix without knowing that there is a Sikong laugh?

"I asked you to find her because of the secret technique of refining puppets."

As he said that, Sikong Xiao's eyes fell on Dazhi, and his dark eyes were smiling, "You just need to release the news that I want to find her, and she will come to the door on his own. At that time, you will bring Gu Qi to me personally. You must not have any blindness?"

Dazhi lowered his head, "It's the master, I'll do it now."

Sikong Xiao looked up at the sky that was getting brighter, raised his hand and threw a round Chaos Bead to Dazhi, "It's getting late, I'll go back first. Your cultivation is still too slow. Take this Chaos Bead to practice first, and come to me when you use it."

Holding the Chaos Bead in disbelief, Dazhi's lips moved for a long time and was so excited that he couldn't even say Xie.

Sikong glanced at Dazhi and said with a tsk voice: "Look at your unpromising look, isn't it just a Chaos bead? Follow your sister, you will have a good time and drink, wear gold and silver in the future, and ask the beautiful lady to give you a beautiful lady. If you don't have this good taste, you will find a beautiful lady. Can you still lose money to you?"

Three horizontal lines slid down from Dazhi's forehead. He didn't dare to let Sikong laugh anymore. He clasped his fists and bowed his head, "Thank you, Master, I'm going to do business now!"

After saying that, he ran away like a escaping.

Looking at the back of a daring ambition, someone bent his lips with a bad taste.

*

Early the next morning, Sikong Xiao blocked the door of the Immortal Sect Ancestor. When the Immortal Sect Ancestor was yawning and stroking his beard, he was shocked by the person who was holding his door frame with one hand, "Young, young master?"

Sikong Xiao withdrew his hand and stood up straight, smiling at the confused old man, "It's so early!"

"Uh... it's early..." The elder of the Immortal Sect was stunned for several seconds. Sikong Xiao didn't delay and asked directly: "Is my brother here?"

The ancestor of the Immortal Sect just woke up and was still a little confused and glaring, a little unexpected flashed in his eyes, "How did the young master know? Has someone already informed the young master of the secret of the Zijin Order?"

Sikong smiled and his eyes were dim, "I came from the Gu family."

How many years have the ancestor of the Immortal Sect lived? With Sikong Xiao's words, he had guessed the cause and effect almost exactly. Looking at Sikong Xiao's overcast appearance, he raised his hand and stroked his beard and sighed slowly: "It's no wonder they are. This ancient mission has been passed down from generation to generation in the guardian family, and has long become the iron law deeply rooted in the soul of every direct clan member..."

Seeing Sikong laughing curled the corners of his lips like a self-deprecating, the ancestor of the Immortal Sect paused his beard stroke. He just changed his mind and said with a smile: "But look at the young master who is confident at the moment, I guess he has already had a countermeasure, right?"

Sikong smiled and said, "This immortal sect is indeed a famous divination sect in the four countries. Could it be that he has already counted Gu Qi in his own hands?"

Thinking of this, Sikong Xiao remained motionless and asked, "What can I do to deal with it?"

The ancestor of the Immortal Sect smiled and said, "Since the young master doesn't want to say it, then the old slave won't ask, but I guess the young master still has a question in his heart at this moment."

A hint of hesitation flashed in Sikong Xiao's eyes, and he thought for a while. Since they clearly showed an expression that I knew everything about you, it seemed that it was meaningless to pretend to be deaf and dumb, so he simply said, "Yes, I do have a question to ask you."

"Don't dare, don't dare." The ancestor of the Immortal Sect waved his hands repeatedly, "The young master asked directly, and the old slave must have said everything."

Sikong Xiao thought silently in his heart again, "I already know the matter between the Zijin Order and the Sikong family. I believe you also know the secret behind the Zijin Order, but I don't understand why you still call my young master even though you know that holding this Zijin Order is equivalent to holding a death talisman?"

At this point, Sikong smiled and rubbed his nose, and couldn't help but have a little more curve. "Aren't you afraid that I will be the quarter of the time? Or..."

The ending sound was deliberately stretched, and Sikong Xiao's eyes changed and pointed at the person in front of him like a sharp sword. "Or, your old god's tricks have already calculated who will kill this altar this time?"

The ancestor of the Immortal Sect pursed his lips, as if he was thinking about something. Sikong Xiao was not in a hurry, so he stood aside and waited without saying a word. After a cup of tea, the ancestor of the Immortal Sect sighed slightly, and nodded expressionlessly behind him.

Sikong Xiao's heart thumped and asked calmly: "What do you mean?"

"I dare not hide it from the young master. The old slave has indeed calculated the results of this trip to the altar."

“What is it?”

Sikong Xiao's heart was pounding, and he could only keep calm if he forced himself to suppress himself.

The ancestor of the Immortal Sect looked up at the sky and said slowly: "If the moon is full, it will be a loss. Now, the four countries in the four continents of the four countries have three countries attached to the Gu family. The only four guardian families that once checked and balanced each other are the Gu family. The way of heaven emphasizes balance. Therefore, during this trip to the altar, the deceased must be the members of the Gu family..."

The astonishment expression on Sikong's smile froze for more than ten seconds, and then he felt a hint of chill slowly climbing up from his spine, instantly occupying the entire brain.

At this moment, her mind was in a mess. She thought about whether the beauty mother had known for a long time, and why Sikong Huang returned to the Gu family at that time. And with her thoughts, did she really feel that if you ignore me, you can block your steps? Now that I think about it carefully, it seems that it was because of her words that aroused curiosity and wanted to find out what happened...
Chapter completed!