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The old man with white beard smiled slightly: "What do you think?"

"Ghost... ghost." Zhang Yang was so scared that he peed, and ran away without saying a word.

Before that, Zhang Yang circled around several times, but he didn't find a single person, but just now the old man with white beard suddenly appeared.

It's okay if it just appeared, and Zhang Yang wouldn't be so surprised. What really scares Zhang Yang is that the white bearded old man's body is floating up.

Suspended in the air, and the old man's body is very transparent, not like an entity at all, which almost scared Zhang Yang to death.

"Wait, come back to me!" Zhang Yang suddenly felt his body lighten, and then he was floating in the air, his legs kept moving, but the position did not change at all.

After going on for a while, Zhang Yang also discovered his abnormality, and immediately he was not scared to pee.

I obviously ran with my feet on the ground, but when I reached the sky, my feet were already off the ground, only Zhang Yang's legs kept moving.

This made Zhang Yang feel as if he had seen a ghost. Thinking of something, Zhang Yang refocused on the old man with white beard not far away.

"Are you a human or a ghost? Don't scare me." This is the first time Zhang Yang has encountered such a scary thing. To be honest, it really scared Zhang Yang a lot.

"This seat looks so ghost-like?" The old man shifted his shape and came to Zhang Yang. After Zhang Yang and the white-bearded old man looked at each other for [-] seconds, Zhang Yang screamed out again in fright.

I saw the white tiger dead old man sticking out his four or five meter long tongue, rolling his eyes, and his long nails all showed the horror of the white bearded old man.

"Ghost!" Zhang Yang was taken aback, turned around and was about to run, but he was stopped by the old man with white beard before he could take two steps.

"Human, you are so timid. I won't scare you anymore." The long tongue of the old man with white beard disappeared, along with his fingernails and white eyes.

Zhang Yang looked at the old man with white beard again, and the old man with white beard was only slightly normal now, except for his feet suspended in the air.

"You... who are you?" Zhang Yang's legs were still shaking.

"You have come to the spiritual world of this seat, and you still ask who this seat is?" The old man with white beard frowned and asked Zhang Yang.

"Your spiritual world?" Zhang Yang was a little confused. What is his spiritual world? Zhang Yang didn't understand.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Yang expressed his confusion, wanting the old man with white beard to explain in detail.

"It is the world you see in front of you, which is the spiritual world of this seat, referred to as the sea of ​​knowledge!" The old man with the white beard explained to Zhang Yang.

"Human, tell me, how did you come to this spiritual world?" Thinking of something, the old man with white beard looked at Zhang Yang seriously and asked.

"I don't know either." How did Zhang Yang know how he came to the spiritual world of the white-bearded old man.

There is also a little understanding of the publicity of the spiritual world, because cultivators have their own spiritual world, referred to as the sea of ​​consciousness, which stores all of a person's spiritual consciousness!
If the sea of ​​consciousness of an ancient warrior (cultivator) is destroyed or cleared, then this ancient warrior will lose the ability to think about things normally, and thus become a useless person, mentally retarded!

It stands to reason that everyone can only enter the sea of ​​consciousness by themselves, how could Zhang Yang enter the sea of ​​consciousness of the old man with the white beard.

"Forget it, let me find the answer myself." The old man with white beard came directly in front of Zhang Yang and touched Zhang Yang's forehead.

A beam of light enveloped Zhang Yang's forehead, and just when Zhang Yang came to his senses, the beam of light had disappeared.

"You... what are you doing?" I don't know why, although I didn't see clearly what the old man with the white beard did just now, but Zhang Yang always felt that his body was weird, and he didn't know what happened.

"I didn't do anything, I just used a little something, and I know what I want to know from your memory." The old man with white beard smiled slightly and said some inexplicable words.

At first Zhang Yang didn't realize it, but in the end Zhang Yang became more and more wrong, and then he got angry: "Are you peeping at my memory?"

Zhang Yang later realized what the old man with white beard said. Just now, the old man with white beard touched his forehead. It turned out that he was not doing anything else but peeping at his memory.

This made Zhang Yang extremely angry. A person's memory is like a person's privacy. Peeping at other people's privacy without the consent of the person concerned is no different from a thief.

What's more, Zhang Yang's memory contains many memories that do not belong to the mainland of Kyushu. If others find out, it will definitely bring him a lot of trouble.

If the white-bearded old man in front of him is telling the truth, then he knows all about his past.

"It turns out to be a body of pure yang, no wonder you can come to this Sea of ​​Consciousness." The old man with white beard smiled slightly and said to himself.

"what?"

Zhang Yang didn't hear clearly, so he asked again.

"Human, I ask you a few questions, and you must answer them truthfully." The white-bearded old man suddenly became serious, and said to Zhang Yang.

"Don't you know all my memories? What else do you need to ask? Don't you know it yourself?" Zhang Yang's words were a bit weird, and it was undeniable that Zhang Yang was still very upset at the white-bearded old man spying on his memory of his younger brother.

"Snapped"

Zhang Yang was slapped on the head, and Zhang Yang gritted his teeth in pain: "Why did you hit me? Did I say something wrong?"

Zhang Yang became a little impatient: "Sneaking into my memory without my consent, and even hitting people, you really think you are a black force."

In his desperation, Zhang Yang brought out all the modern vocabulary, almost forgetting that the old man with the white beard is not a modern person.

"I am not in the mood to argue with you. Now you have two choices. One, answer a few questions of this seat honestly. Second, stay in this seat's sea of ​​knowledge for the rest of your life." Zhang Yang said, looking at him like that doesn't look like a joke at all.

Zhang Yang was about to scold his mother, grasping the grass and threatening Chiguoguo, are these two choices? What the white-bearded old man meant was that he had to choose the former, otherwise he would spend his whole life with him.

Zhang Yang didn't want to stay in the sea of ​​consciousness of the white-bearded old man for a lifetime. There was nothing here except a vast expanse of whiteness. If nothing else, Zhang Yang could suffocate to death.

How could it be possible to stay in such a crappy place, and to accompany such a bullying old man with white beard, it is simply nonsense.

"I...I choose the latter." Zhang Yang was going to be hardened once, but after thinking about it, if he hardened this time, what awaits him is a long house arrest, which is not worth it!