"Your grandfather?" the old monk answered subconsciously.
"Yes, I came here this time to investigate the situation of my parents." Zhang Fan continued.
"Are you the son of Master Zhang Heng's only son Zhang Wenxian and Tuoba Yu?" the old monk continued to ask.
Hearing the old monk's words, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up. It seemed that the Furong Pavilion spirit was not deceiving him about his parents' names, but was telling the truth.
"Master, how much do you know about my parents?" Zhang Fan asked immediately.
"I..." After the old monk uttered one word, he paused and did not continue.
Seeing this situation, Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and subconsciously asked: "What's wrong?"
"Although the Xuanmen Qi you practice is the Qi of divination, and the Zhen Qi you practice is also the Yang Jue passed down by your single lineage, from these two aspects, you should be the successor of Master Zhang Heng, but in this world,
There are more and more people who practice fortune telling, and it is said that a copy of Yang Jue has also been carved out and fell into the hands of others. Although this matter has not been confirmed, there are rumors like this from the outside world.
Therefore, I cannot believe that you are the grandson of Master Zhang Heng." The old monk said, "You are most likely sent by the Furong Pavilion spirit to deceive me. You are just a more sophisticated method he used."
Hearing the old monk's words, Zhang Fan sighed slightly. However, Zhang Fan did not mean to blame the old monk. On the contrary, he admired the old monk's caution.
"Then what evidence can I provide so that you can believe that I am Zhang Heng's grandson?" Zhang Fan said bluntly, with a calm look on Zhang Fan's face.
The old monk glanced at Zhang Fan's frank face, thought for a moment and said: "I have a magic weapon of your father's. If you drop blood on it, he will tremble three times and recognize you as his master.
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As he spoke, the old monk took out a four-edged gold mace from under the bed. The whole body of the mace was golden, and the four edges were very sharp, with dots of cold light shining on it.
"Keng..."
The old monk slapped the four-edged gold mace on the table, making a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing.
"If your blood drops on this four-sided gold mace and the four-sided gold mace recognizes you as its master, I will believe that you are the grandson of Master Zhang Heng and the son of Zhang Wenxian." The old monk pointed to the table.
The four-sided golden mace on the top.
"Okay! Then I'll drip blood on this four-edged gold mace!" Zhang Fan replied happily.
Seeing Zhang Fan in such joy, the old monk's pupils shrank slightly.
Then, he saw Zhang Fan walking towards the direction of the four-sided golden mace. As Zhang Fan walked towards the four-sided golden mace, Zhang Fan looked at the four-sided golden mace with a look in his eyes.
A touch of heat, because this was the first time Zhang Fan saw something about his father.
The old monk had been observing Zhang Fan's behavior, and every movement of Zhang Fan caught his eye.
When Zhang Fan walked to the four-sided gold mace, he cut his finger without hesitation, and then saw two drops of blood dripping towards the four-sided gold mace.
When Zhang Fan's blood came into contact with the four-sided gold mace, it was like water dripping on charcoal fire.
"Chichi..."
Accompanied by soft sounds, the two drops of blood
In an instant, it turned into two drops of blood vapor, steaming up.
But what surprised Zhang Fan was that the four-edged golden mace did not tremble three times, let alone recognize its owner.
"Huh? What's going on? Why is it different from what you said? Is your four-edged gold mace fake?" Zhang Fan looked at the old monk and asked.
Zhang Fan did not doubt that he was not his father's biological child, nor did he doubt that he was not Zhang Heng's biological grandson. The reason was very simple. Back then, he used blood to activate the jade ring left by his grandmother. Therefore, he believed that he was a descendant of Zhang Heng.
There is no doubt about this matter.
The old monk glanced at Zhang Fan, smiled and nodded slightly, then turned his attention to the thin man and said, "Get out!"
Hearing this, the thin man was startled for a moment, and then turned his attention to Zhang Fan and Fang Yan. He was asking Zhang Fan and Fang Yan for their instructions.
Zhang Fan waved his hand to the thin man, who nodded, and then left the old monk's room without staying any longer.
After the thin man left the room, the old monk said very abruptly: "I believe you are a descendant of Master Zhang Heng!"
Hearing what the old monk said, Zhang Fan was a little surprised. He had not activated the four-sided golden mace and asked the four-sided golden mace to recognize its owner. How could the old monk believe him?
Fang Yan's face was also full of confusion, and he didn't understand why the old monk suddenly believed them.
At this moment, the old monk looked at the two of them with a smile on his face and said, "I saw everything you did just now.
When I said that this four-sided gold mace belonged to your father and could be recognized with a drop of blood, you did not show any uneasiness or panic, but looked very frank.
When you walk towards the four-sided golden mace, your eyes are full of affection, which is the expression of true feelings.
What's more, when you cut your finger, you didn't hesitate at all. Finally, you found that the four-edged gold mace didn't tremble. You didn't show panic when you recognized it. Instead, you immediately questioned it.
Is there anything wrong with this four-sided gold mace?
There are various signs that these are enough to prove your inner self-confidence. Only people with a strong heart can have such self-confidence. Your performance has passed my test, so I believe in you!"
Hearing this, a look of surprise appeared on Zhang Fan's face, and then he turned his attention to the four-sided golden mace, "This is..."
"This is not your father's magic weapon, but my magic weapon. We are not related by blood. How can he recognize his master if he is stained with your blood?" The old monk smiled and said, "This is just a test I just made.
You really can't think of any good solution, it's just a temporary solution."
"Master, now that you have confirmed my identity, can you tell me about my parents?" Zhang Fan looked at the old monk and asked.
"Of course!" the old monk replied with a smile.
After receiving the old monk's affirmative answer, Zhang Fan felt happy and his eyes lit up. He was finally going to find out about his parents.
"Your parents and I have a very good relationship. We can definitely be called good friends. We have had a life-long friendship." The old monk said, "The two of them saved my life, and I also saved both of them."
life"
Zhang Fan glanced at Fang Yan, and then looked at the old monk expectantly, waiting for what the old monk would say next.