Liang Yan couldn't help but have a strange look on his face after hearing Sikong Sheng's meaningless words.
He thought for a moment, and finally chose not to hide anything, and told Sikong Sheng truthfully: "Old Lord Sikong may have recognized the wrong person. I am not an immortal, but a cultivator from overseas."
"What?"
Sikong Sheng was stunned for a moment, with an obvious look of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
But the next moment, he looked at Liang Yan carefully and said with some surprise: "Your Excellency actually came from the sea. This is really strange. You must know that no one has landed on this coast for hundreds of years."
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Liang Yan smiled slightly, cupped his hands towards him and said, "May I ask Old Lord Sikong, is this the Antarctic Fairy Continent?"
"good!"
Sikong Sheng nodded and said: "This is the west coast of Antarctic Fairy Continent."
When he said this, he paused for a moment and then said: "The immortal has traveled thousands of miles and traveled across the ocean to come here. You must be a little tired, right? Why don't you come to my Cangliu country to rest for a few days, so that I can relax?"
Do your best to be a landlord."
After hearing this, Liang Yan only pondered for a moment before nodding in agreement.
He is a new arrival here and knows nothing about the Antarctic Immortal Continent. With his cautious character, he will naturally not wander in. Since the leader of the Cangliu Kingdom sincerely invites him, he can take the opportunity to ask him about the situation here.
When Sikong Sheng saw him nodding in agreement, he immediately ordered his men to lead Liang Yan into the valley with the most solemn etiquette. Everyone climbed up the steps and finally came to a magnificent grotto.
After the guests and guests were seated, Sikong Sheng clapped his hands. Immediately, servants presented him with delicacies, and graceful dancers entered the room to dance. Silk, bamboo and wind music played endlessly.
After a while, Sikong Sheng said with a smile on his face: "Thank you, Immortal, for helping me this time, otherwise my nephew would have died in the belly of a bird."
Liang Yan smiled slightly, waved his hand and said, "It's just a small thing, no need to say thank you! But I don't know why my nephew went to hunt that strange bird alone?"
After hearing this, Sikong Sheng sighed softly and said: "I, the men of Cangliu Kingdom, are born hunters, and have made a living by hunting for generations, but there is something that scares me, and that is the 'three-clawed human eagle'."
"What these monsters like most is to hunt down the residents of Cangliu Kingdom. Not long ago, my nephew's wife was snatched away by a 'three-clawed human eagle', and her body was completely gone. My nephew was also furious.
I secretly tracked this beast and vowed to complete my revenge on my own. But the 'Three-clawed Human Eagle' is extremely fierce. If the immortal had not helped me during this trip, my nephew would have been in trouble."
After hearing this, Liang Yan felt a little admired for this man. He thought for a moment and then asked: "Why do I speak different languages with my nephew, but I can communicate normally with the old King Sikong?"
Sikong Sheng drank down the wine glass in his hand and laughed loudly: "I don't know what the immortals know. We, the 'Yimu Clan', are a branch of the human race. In the early years, our ancestors moved to this barbaric land to avoid the disaster of war. Over time, we developed a language.
There are differences. But I have been studying all kinds of classics since I was a child, so there is no problem in communicating with the immortals."
"I see!"
Liang Yan nodded slightly, drank the wine glass in his hand, and then asked: "Liang is a newbie here and doesn't know anything about the Antarctic Fairy Continent. I wonder if Mr. Sikong can give me some advice?"
After hearing this, Sikong Sheng's face was slightly embarrassed, and he slowly said: "To be honest with the Immortal, our 'One Eye Clan' is just a tribe of barbarians in the eyes of the real human race. The Antarctic Immortal Continent is vast and boundless, but after all, we are just
Mortals have lived here for generations, and what they see and hear is just the tip of the iceberg, and I'm afraid it won't be of much help to the Immortal."
"Is that so?" Liang Yan had a thoughtful look on his face. After a long time, he asked again: "Just now, the old king of Sikong called me 'Xianshi'. It seemed that he had recognized the wrong person, but he didn't know
Who is this 'immortal history'?"
Sikong Sheng chuckled and said: "Indeed, I just mistook the immortal for being a member of the 'Xuanshuang Sect', and that's why I made a joke."
"Xuanshuang Sect?"
"Yes, our area falls under the jurisdiction of the Xuanshuang Sect. Every three years, on the ninth day of September, they will send an immortal historian to our Cangliu country to recruit a few people as handyman disciples. This is also
The greatest blessing for our Cangliu country." Sikong Sheng explained slowly.
"I see. Does the old king know where the Xuanshuang Sect is and how far it is from here?" Liang Yan asked immediately.
After hearing this, Sikong Sheng smiled slightly and was about to answer when he heard a rush of footsteps coming from outside the cave, and then a man from the Cangliu Kingdom rushed in, chattering something in the hall.
Sikong Sheng's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he suddenly stood up from his seat.
He checked with the man again, and when he saw him nodding his head, there was a hint of joy on his face.
"Chief Immortal, we were just chatting. The Immortal History of Xuan Shuang Sect has already arrived. If you have any questions, why not ask them directly?" Sikong Sheng said with a smile.
"oh?"
Liang Yan was also a little surprised. At this time, he raised his eyebrows and said: "It's a coincidence that the people from Xuan Shuang Sect arrived. However, as Liang is an outsider, it is not easy to rush to meet them. It is better to wait until they recruit disciples.
I will go look for them myself."
After hearing this, Sikong Sheng nodded in agreement and said: "What the Immortal Chief said is absolutely true. Why not just rest here for a while. After the Xuan Shuang Sect recruits disciples, I will come back to entertain the Immortal Chief."
Xuanshuang Sect recruits handyman disciples every three years, which is the most important matter for their "One Eye Clan".
The residents of Cangliu Kingdom are all mortals. If you are lucky enough to join the Xuanshuang Sect, even if you are just a handyman disciple, you will be considered to have started the path of cultivation and seeking immortality.
Therefore, on the ninth day of September every three years, the whole country of Cangliu Kingdom is eagerly looking forward to it, hoping that their children will have this immortal fate, be favored by the immortal history, and fly from the dragon gate.
On such an important occasion, Sikong Sheng naturally did not want anything to go wrong. Although Liang Yan had saved his nephew's life, Cangliu Country was under the jurisdiction of the Xuan Shuang Sect.
If you find that you are so close to other monks and make them unhappy, you will regret it.
Liang Yan's mind was so sharp that he naturally guessed what Sikong Sheng was thinking. He smiled and didn't say anything. He just cupped his hands and said, "Old Lord Sikong, just go about your business. Don't worry about Liang. I will just drink tea and relax here."
Wait for the good news from the old king."
"Okay, please use it slowly, Mr. Liang."
Sikong Sheng gave a slight salute, turned around and left the cave with a group of one-eyed men, rushing towards the city gate at the entrance of the valley as vigorously as when they came.
After they all walked away, Liang Yan smiled slightly, raised his hand and pinched a spell, and cast the "Yuanmu Dao" spell.
"Xuanshuang Sect's 'immortal history'? Let's see what it is like first, and then make the next step!"
Liang Yan thought to himself, and when his figure was completely invisible, he also took steps and secretly followed Sikong Sheng and others.