The Wudang Junior Master

Wudang, it's noon.

Outside the house, the cicadas were chirping, complaining to God about the hot weather.

On a couch in the room, a Taoist priest in a blue robe was lying on his side and sleeping soundly, holding a popsicle stick in his right hand.

The sunlight shines through the window lattice, like fragments of golden light, dividing the ground into tangible yin and yang.

"Junior Master! This is bad!"

Bang!

The door was pushed open forcefully, and a young Taoist priest with a thin face and thick eyebrows rushed in.

On the couch, Zhang Wuling was discussing Taoism with Zhou Gong, but a shout brought him back to the world.

Zhang Wuling opened his eyes lazily, but remained motionless. He said, "Damn it! It's noon, why are you yelling? Calm down."

Ma De wiped the sweat from his head and said hurriedly: "Uncle Junior, no... Three people came down the mountain to compete!"

"Stranger?" Zhang Wuling raised his eyelids.

Ma De nodded: "Yi Ren, your Kung Fu is incredible, and the disciples are no match for him."

"Go find Wei Dalong. I want to sleep."

"Uh, Senior Brother Wei Dalong has already lost."

"Huh?" Zhang Wuling sat up in surprise, "Da Long lost?"

Ma De said: "I was beaten black and blue, it was terrible, otherwise I would not have come to you, Junior Master."

Zhang Wuling asked, "How did this person come here?"

"I didn't say it."

Zhang Wuling got down from the couch, straightened his clothes, threw the stick left from the popsicle in his hand into the trash can, and walked out.

"Come on, take me to see you."

I followed Ma De all the way to Taizipo. As soon as I arrived, I saw three strange men standing there, with a dozen Wudang disciples beside them. The tallest one among them had a bruised face and nose and looked particularly embarrassed.

Wei Dalong was originally staring at the three people who suddenly came to provoke a fight. After seeing Ma De and Zhang Wuling coming, he hurriedly brought his disciples over.

"Master Junior, you are finally here."

Zhang Wuling looked at the wound on Wei Dalong's face, nodded without saying anything, and turned to look at the three people on the field.

The three men were wearing black short-sleeved shirts and had bulging muscles, but these were not the result of fitness training. Instead, they were formed naturally after they had practiced horizontal training to a certain level.

Zhang Wuling stepped forward, clasped his fists, and said, "May I ask your names, three of you?"

A man in the middle stood up and said, "Zhu Ganglie, what is your name, Taoist Priest?"

"A disciple of the Wudang Sanfeng Sect—Zhang Wuling."

Zhang Wuling put his hands in his sleeves and looked at Zhu Ganglie and the other two calmly. "Are you three here to cause trouble, or to compete and exchange martial arts?"

Zhu Ganglie smiled and said, "Of course we are here to compete and exchange ideas. Wudang is a famous mountain sect, how dare we cause trouble?"

"Oh." Zhang Wuling said, "Why come at noon?"

"What?" Zhu Ganglie was stunned, then asked curiously, "Why can't you come at noon?"

Zhang Wuling said naturally, "It's so hot, even Taoists need to take a nap. It's impolite of you to do that."

Zhu Ganglie and the other two laughed heartily: "Young Taoist priest, we are here to compete in martial arts, not to listen to jokes!"

"Tsk." Zhang Wuling raised his eyebrows. "You want to compete, right? Come on, do you guys come one by one, or all together?"

"I can do it alone." Zhu Ganglie stopped laughing and looked at him fiercely, "Young Taoist priest, be careful. My fists are not light!"

Teng!

Zhu Ganglie leaned forward and punched Zhang Wuling with force but without losing speed.

However, just as he rushed forward, Zhu Ganglie suddenly felt a terrifying air pressure locking onto him.

Before Zhu Ganglie could react, a slap hit him in the face.

The 1.8-meter-tall body flipped over in the air.

Zhang Wuling walked past leisurely, and Zhu Ganglie somersaulted in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

Looking back at Zhu Ganglie lying on the ground, Zhang Wuling frowned.

That's it?

"Brother!" Two younger brothers ran over in panic and helped Zhu Ganglie up from the ground.

Zhu Ganglie took a deep breath and shook his head, which was a little dizzy from the slap.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, let go, I don't need your help!"

Pushing his younger brother aside, Zhu Ganglie looked at Zhang Wuling solemnly, "Master, you are very capable. I was careless just now. I will use my real skills next time!"

Zhang Wuling said nothing and just squinted at him.

"Ha!" Zhu Ganglie put his fists at his waist, and the Qi in his body rose up in a bright yellow color.

"Eat my punch!"

Zhu Ganglie roared, leaped up, and punched through the air. His Qi transformed into a huge fist, carrying an unstoppable momentum, destroying mountains and rocks.

The fist has not arrived yet, but the fist wind has already arrived.

Zhang Wuling stood where he was, his eyes slightly opened, and saw that the punch was coming fast and hard, but it didn't fade away at all.

Only when the fist got closer did he raise his hand and extend a palm.

Boom! Whoosh!!!

Zhang Wuling firmly caught the extremely powerful punch with one palm, and the force of the punch penetrated the space and raged behind him.

The strong wind forced the Wudang disciples standing by to watch the fight to raise their hands to block the wind. Only Ma De and Wei Dalong were better off, but they were also hurt by the blowing sand and dust.

The most shocked person at this moment was Zhu Ganglie who was still in the air. He watched as the punch he had thrown with all his strength was easily caught by someone with one hand. It was simply unbelievable.

The punch he threw was filled with layers of hidden power. If anyone dared to take it head-on, they would definitely suffer.

But looking at the little Taoist priest in front of him, his body did not move at all, but his robe was blown up by the strong wind, revealing the seemingly thin but actually terrifying forearm muscles under the cuffs.

"This punch is quite interesting."

Tai Chi sticky hands!

Zhang Wuling drew the Qi with his left hand, pushed forward with his right hand, and struck Zhu Ganglie's abdomen with a palm.

"Wow!"

Zhu Ganglie's eyes bulged out, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body arched like a shrimp.

Zhang Wuling withdrew his hand and stepped back. Zhu Ganglie immediately knelt on the ground, holding his stomach with both hands. All the Qi in his body dissipated and could not be condensed again for a while.

Zhu Ganglie's two younger brothers next to him looked at Zhang Wuling in horror, who looked calm and composed.

They had never seen their eldest brother beaten like this!

Zhang Wuling put his hands in his sleeves, looked down at Zhu Ganglie who was kneeling on the ground, and asked, "Looking at your moves, there are shadows of Southern Boxing. Which style are you from?"

"Yi...Yihe Society."

"Yihe Society?" Zhang Wuling thought about it and found that he didn't know, so he turned to look at Wei Dalong and others.

But Wei Dalong and his disciples looked at each other in confusion, as if they had never heard of the Yihe Society.

At this moment, a loud and steady voice came.

"Are you from the Yihe Society?"

Zhang Wuling looked in the direction of the sound and saw Taoist Master Yunlong in a white Taoist robe walking towards him with a serious face.

Zhang Wuling stepped forward and bowed, "Senior Brother Yunlong."

"Junior brother, thanks to you being here this time, Wudang has not lost face." Taoist Yunlong said with a smile.

Zhang Wuling said helplessly, "It's my duty. Who told the master to send me here to be the gatekeeper for a month?"

"Master is also trying to train you. Who told you to hide in the mountains and practice all day? Learn about the mundane affairs of the world and treat it as training for your mind."

"Well, it's about training the mind. I know." Zhang Wuling nodded repeatedly.