Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

After listening to Li Muxuan's experiences over the years.

Zhang Zhiwei was not surprised by the death of Ghost Hand Wang Yaozu.

When I last saw Wang Yaozu, I noticed that his innate Qi was already declining. If he didn't take good care of himself, he probably only had a few years left. Now it has indeed come true.

“Since Wang Yaozu wanted you to establish your own sect and pass on your skills, why did you return to the Sanyi Sect?” Zhang Zhiwei asked.

Although Ghost Hand King wasn't strong, his skills were still remarkable, taking the acrobatic trick of magnetism to a new level.

This is no easy feat. Even Zhang Zhiwei felt a pang of compassion and hoped that this method could be passed down.

"Founding a sect..." Li Muxuan scratched his head. "Well... Senior Brother Zhang, you're overestimating me. Isn't that something a grandmaster like you should do?"

"With my current methods and character, how could I possibly establish a school of thought? Wouldn't that be misleading and misleading young people?"

"I'll think about this for now. I'll wait until I've studied at Sanyimen for a few more years before thinking about it!"

“Your idea is quite good!” Zhang Zhiwei nodded. “Master Zuo is both skilled and virtuous; he is indeed a renowned teacher.”

"It's because my master never formally accepted me as his disciple!" Li Muxuan said with a dejected expression.

Actually, he was still a little unwilling to stay at Sanyi Gate in this way.

If it were according to his old temperament, he probably would have gone down the mountain long ago.

If they don't want me here, there are plenty of other places that will. Once I've made a name for myself, you'll all regret it.

Now, he is much more composed. Although he still has impulses in his heart, he no longer acts on them.

It's like when many people had conflicts with their parents when they were young, they would think to themselves that they would never talk to their parents again, and that they would become a machine that only knew how to study and had no feelings, so that their parents would regret it. But in the end, nothing ever came of it.

Seeing Li Muxuan looking somewhat dejected, Zhang Zhiwei reached out, grabbed his shoulder, and lifted him up, saying:
"What are you agonizing over? What master-disciple relationship? Those are just empty titles. Since Master Zuo didn't kick you out, let you stay in the Sanyi Sect, and even tacitly allowed you to attend classes, then you are in reality a master-disciple relationship."

"You've already established a master-disciple relationship, what are you afraid of? Just stay there openly and be the disciple of the Left Sect Master, the disciple of Sanyi!"

Li Muxuan was invigorated by Zhang Zhiwei's words and immediately nodded, saying, "Senior Brother Zhang, I understand!"

At this moment, Lu Jin also said, "Senior Brother Zhang is right. Master is a man of his word. Since he tacitly allowed you to stay, he must have the intention to accept you as a disciple. If you perform well, you will definitely be accepted as a formal disciple one day!"

"I will try my best," Li Muxuan nodded.

“By the way,” Zhang Zhiwei reminded him, “Masters of the Xuanmen sect all like to use mysterious tricks, such as putting their hands behind their backs or tapping their heads three times to hint at something. In my opinion, the Left Sect Master is no exception. Think carefully, has he ever given you any hints of testing?”

“A test hint…” Li Muxuan thought carefully for a moment, then shook his head and said, “To be honest, there wasn’t an obvious action like tapping my head three times. If there had been, I definitely would have noticed it.”

Although Zhang Zhiwei thought he was awkward, Lu Jin thought he was stubborn, and Lü Ci thought he was like a woman, Li Muxuan thought he was incredibly clever and couldn't possibly overlook such details.

But then he hesitated and said:

"But as for whether there will be a test... that's hard to say..."

“When I went down the mountain to see Master Dongshan, he said that Master had set a three-year trial period for me. As long as I could withstand the test, I would be accepted as a disciple no matter what.”

"Unfortunately... I didn't know about this trial at the time, and my master didn't give me any hints. As a result, I was misled by that guy Yuan Jingui, and just when the three years were almost up... I ran away!"

This matter left Li Muxuan with a deep sense of regret for a long time.

He used to have a good relationship with Yuan Jingui, but ever since he found out about this, he has been blaming Yuan Jingui.

Unfortunately, before he could cause trouble for Yuan Jingui, that bastard was killed by Senior Brother Zhang.

"This time, like last time, there might be a test, but we don't know exactly what it will be."

Li Muxuan looked at Lu Jin: "After all, our master is different from Senior Brother Zhang's master. Senior Brother Zhang's master likes to give hints by tapping his head three times, but our master doesn't say anything at all!"

"So, according to you, my master's penchant for doing mysterious things is actually a virtue?" Zhang Zhiwei said, stroking his chin.

"That has to be an advantage. If Master had tapped me on the head three times back then, I might have persevered," Li Muxuan said with a regretful expression.

"If you really knock, I think you might sneak into the Left Gatekeeper's room in the middle of the night!" Zhang Zhiwei joked.

"Then Master will definitely call me out on the spot!" Lu Jin added with a smile.

"Have you tried it?" Zhang Zhiwei asked curiously.

"I'm just talking nonsense, I would never do such a thing," Lu Jin denied.

“You can give it a try!” Then, Zhang Zhiwei looked at Li Muxuan and said, “I have thought of a possibility.”

"The reason why Master Zuo did not formally accept you as his disciple is perhaps because you still carry Wang Yaozu's lifelong expectations, so he has the mindset of not taking what belongs to others."

"Then what should I do?" Li Muxuan asked anxiously.

“Find a suitable person to pass on this technique,” ​​Zhang Zhiwei suggested. “Then go back to the mountain and report to the Left Sect Master that you have helped Wang Yaozu fulfill his last wish and request to formally become a disciple of the Sanyi Sect.”

“Find a suitable person…” Li Muxuan frowned. “If it were just a normal reversal of the eight directions, finding a successor might not be difficult. But the old man’s unique method… it’s really not easy!”

If it were easy, Wang Yaozu wouldn't have spent half his life searching before finally finding his successor.

"Even if it's difficult, we have to find it. We've received their favor and learned their methods, so we must pass them on no matter what."

Before Zhang Zhiwei could speak, Lu Jin said with a serious expression.

“But that means I have to go down the mountain again…” Li Muxuan looked conflicted.

The martial world is not fun, and there is no joy in traveling it. Li Muxuan had traveled to many places with Wang Yaozu, and he had long been tired of this kind of life.

At this moment, he only wished to stay in the Sanyi Sect and cultivate in peace, at most occasionally going down the mountain with his senior brothers to meet fellow practitioners and enjoy the feeling of being treated with respect by fellow practitioners in the martial arts world.

"You're so coy. It's a good thing Lü Ci isn't here, or he'd call you a sissy again," Zhang Zhiwei laughed.

Li Muxuan's eyes flickered when Lü Ci was mentioned.

Lu Ci beat him up many times. He both hated and feared this person. He wanted to take revenge, but he didn't dare to.

This is actually quite normal; Li Muxuan is still too inexperienced compared to Lü Ci.

Although Li Muxuan was nicknamed "Bad Boy," he was actually not bad at all.

The worst evil I've ever done in my life is probably giving people laxatives to make them have diarrhea, pulling down the enemy's pants, or flicking their penises.

As for killing...

He never intended to kill anyone.

In the past, he had been involved with Quanxing for many years. Changmingye Ganyuan Jin Gui had often urged him to kill people, but he had never done so.

Since joining the Trinity Sect in recent years, he has not killed anyone.

The name "bad boy" is an understatement; "mischievous boy" would be more appropriate.

But Lu Ci, that kid is a ruthless killer. Let alone killing people, he wouldn't even blink if he chopped them into mincemeat and splattered them with blood.

When two such personalities clash, the outcome is self-evident. Especially since Lü Ci is somewhat stronger than Li Muxuan.

The thought of Lü Ci arriving soon made him a little flustered. This guy had once said that he would beat him up every time he saw him.

there is always a solution to a problem.

Even if this guy really tries to attack, I'm not afraid of him. All these years of training haven't been for nothing...

Moreover, Lu Ci and Senior Brother Lu Jin have a conflict and often fight. I should keep a low profile and not attract his attention.

He hit Senior Brother Lu, so he can't hit me too...

Li Muxuan thought to himself.

As the group was chatting, a gruff voice suddenly rang out:

"Senior Brother Zhang!"

Upon hearing the address, Zhang Zhiwei knew who had arrived.

He turned his head and saw a burly man in a red robe, with a square face and wide mouth, running excitedly towards him. His signature hair was tied up high, making him look exactly like Nezha. It was Feng Ping of the Huode Sect.

"Feng Ping of Huode Sect pays respects to Senior Brother Zhang!" Feng Ping rushed forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and his face was full of excitement.

Ever since he first met Zhang Zhiwei at the Lu family patriarch's birthday banquet and mistakenly took him for a senior master, he has been calling him that.

“This kid used to look like Nezha, but now he’s really grown up ugly!” Zhang Zhiwei said without any hesitation.

“You little rascal,” Zhang Zhiwei looked him up and down without any politeness, “you used to look like a little Nezha, but now… you’ve really grown up ugly!”

"Hahaha," Fengping scratched his head nonchalantly, "Really? I can't really control my looks. But, I think I still have that 'Nezha' spirit in me!"

Zhang Zhiwei deliberately glanced at his muscular physique a few more times: "Want to look even more like him? You'll have to work out and get a few more muscular physiques."

"If he gets any stronger, will he still be Nezha?" Feng Ping muttered to himself, while also greeting Lu Jin familiarly beside him.

They've been friends for a long time.

“Brother Fengping, do you still remember me?” Li Muxuan suddenly asked.

Feng Ping looked at Li Muxuan with some doubt. He didn't recognize the man at all, but he could tell from his clothes that he was from the Sanyi Sect.

"Do we know this gentleman from the Trinity Sect?"

"We met briefly at Yinghe Tower, have you forgotten?"

As he spoke, Li Muxuan flicked his finger and grabbed a large rock from a short distance away.

"This technique... it reverses everything..."

Feng Ping suddenly remembered: "You're that little punk who got a beating from Senior Brother Zhang back then."

Zhang Zhiwei: "…………"

Li Muxuan: "…………"

You shouldn't hit someone in the face, and you shouldn't insult someone by revealing their weaknesses. You've gone too far!
Fengping quickly realized he had misspoke and immediately apologized sincerely.

Li Muxuan is the type to be easily swayed, and he only responds to gentle persuasion. When Feng Ping apologized, he forgave him.

Moreover, he also felt that compared to now, he was indeed a nobody back then.

The fact that the other person remembers you from back then but doesn't recognize you now just proves that you've changed a lot, doesn't it?

He waved his hand and said, "It's alright, this isn't a taboo that can't be mentioned. This is the way I came from!"

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at him with some surprise. After spending so much time with Master Zuo, he has indeed made progress!

Subsequently, various martial arts figures from all walks of life came up to Wudang Mountain.

Most of the visitors first exchanged pleasantries with the red-faced old Taoist priest, and then greeted Zhang Jingqing, Zhang Zhiwei, and Zuo Ruotong in turn.

Now, in terms of status in the martial arts world, Zhang Zhiwei has already subtly surpassed Zuo Menzhang.

It is said that the martial arts world is not about fighting and killing, but rather a battleground of human relationships and social skills.

These people who have made a name for themselves in the martial arts world are all shrewd and sophisticated individuals who are well-versed in interpersonal relationships and would naturally not intentionally neglect anyone.

One shouldn't hit a smiling face, so Zhang Zhiwei naturally greeted him with a smile as well.

Li Muxuan stared at this scene with longing, filled with envy. He wished he could be as carefree as this someday.

More and more martial arts figures were heading up the mountain. Although Zhang Zhiwei was a big mouth, he disliked such social niceties, so he casually made an excuse and went back to his room to rest.

Upon seeing this, Lu Jin, Li Muxuan, Feng Ping, and the others immediately consulted their master and then hurriedly followed.

Most of the people who came to Wudang to observe the ceremony brought their younger disciples with them.

Although these young men were not familiar with Zhang Zhiwei, seeing Lu Jin and the others following closely behind, even before they had expressed their desire to go along, their masters or elders all gestured for them to follow and get to know him.

Just kidding, the Little Celestial Master is known as the embodiment of good fortune.

Being able to be commanded by him is truly a blessing from heaven.

How could we let such a great opportunity slip by?!

These guys followed Zhang Zhiwei all the way back to his residence, chattering away and asking all sorts of questions.

Zhang Zhiwei naturally wouldn't be interested in trying to build relationships or engaging in polite formalities. But since these were some young admirers pestering him with questions about his heroic deeds, that was just what he wanted to hear, and he immediately began to recount them with great enthusiasm.

It wasn't that he intended to show off or flaunt it; it was simply his habit of "big mouth" that got the better of him, and he couldn't control his tongue at all.

As for the matter of Zhou Sheng and Hong Yin disappearing, which Zhou Meng had told him earlier, he had long since forgotten about it.

……

Although Zhang Zhiwei has rarely come down the mountain in recent years, he has a lot of stories to tell, enough to fill three days and three nights.

As for Zhou Meng, he had already gone to find Zhou Sheng and a few friends.

While searching, he was full of resentment, muttering to himself, "Don't let Grandpa find you, or you'll be in big trouble."

At that moment, Zhou Sheng was explaining Tian Tong Qi Men to his fellow disciples in the cave.

After thoroughly explaining the general principles of cultivation, he finally took out the Qimen Dunjia diagram and began to carefully explain its mysteries to his fellow disciples, following the diagram.

After saying a few words, he found that his junior brothers didn't take his words seriously at all, and instead stared intently at the Dunjia diagram in his hand.

He walked up to Hong Yin and slapped her on the back of the head, saying irritably:

"Instead of listening properly, you're completely engrossed in watching? Do you even understand what you're watching?!" (End of Chapter)