The Wudang Junior Master

Everyone had different thoughts.

Zhang Lingyu on the field had a different feeling at this moment.

Although Zhang Wuling slapped him in the face, he didn't feel any pain.

He just felt that in that moment, his mind was a little dazed, a stream of air rushed through his body, and then his body was empty, as if his body had been hollowed out.

More importantly, Zhang Lingyu felt that something inside him was broken.

He didn't know what it was. It seemed like something very familiar that had just been shattered.

He just felt that he was now naked in front of everyone.

Never been so weak...

Zhang Wuling withdrew his hand and was about to speak when he saw Zhang Lingyu's body soften and he knelt on the ground, lowering his head and hiding his face in the shadows.

Huh? What's going on?

Zhang Wuling scratched his head. He had been very gentle in his attack just now, unlike before when he would just slap someone and send them flying.

After all, they were in the Tianshi Mansion. If Zhang Lingyu, a disciple of Tianshi, was really beaten away, the scene would be ugly. So they had to save Tianshi's face.

Everyone was silent, looking at Zhang Lingyu kneeling on the ground.

Suddenly, Lu Linglong seemed to see something and tugged at Lu Lin's sleeve, whispering, "Brother, Taoist Lingyu is crying."

In fact, Lu Linglong didn't need to say it, many sharp-eyed people had already seen the crystal tears flowing down from the shadow on Zhang Lingyu's face.

Under the moonlight, the silent tears were very clear.

Zhang Wuling was even more confused, muttering in his heart: "No way, I was clearly in control just now, there was no possibility of hurting the other party."

"evil creature!"

A loud roar broke the long silence.

Zhang Wuling recognized the person when he heard the voice, and shuddered all over. He turned around and knelt down towards Zhou Meng like a tiger lying on the ground.

"Master, this is unfair!"

The short Zhou Meng stood on a stool and cursed, "Look at what you did! It was just a competition, why did you use such a heavy hand?!"

"Ah?" Zhang Wuling waved his hand and said, "I didn't. I was very gentle. Look, there's absolutely no slap mark on Senior Brother Lingyu's face. Not a single hair was hurt!"

"Is that what I'm talking about?" Zhou Meng was furious. "I asked you to compete, but you hit someone's Dantian with your strength. Do you know how dangerous this is? If you're not careful, you could cripple or kill them!"

Zhang Wuling nodded and said, "Master, I use soft power, which is gentle and will not hurt anyone."

Tai Chi is essentially about yin and yang, softness and hardness. Zhang Wuling was so skilled in applying the true meaning of Tai Chi that he could hit bricks across water, with the bricks breaking while the water remained calm.

Therefore, Zhang Wuling would use such means to target the true Qi in Zhang Lingyu's body.

This will not only make Zhang Lingyu temporarily lose his combat effectiveness, but also prevent the opponent from suffering any pain or injury.

As for the scattered true qi, as long as Zhang Lingyu practiced his skills, he could condense it again in less than two minutes.

Compared to the later Luotian Grand Ceremony, where someone's soul was blown away but could still be re-condensed, Zhang Wuling felt that his method was indeed very gentle. The danger could not be said to be extremely low, but it was not there at all.

However, Zhou Meng was so angry about this that he wanted to fly over and kick this evildoer.

Fortunately, the old Heavenly Master intervened in time to stop Zhou Meng's behavior and said with a smile: "Old Zhou, it's normal for the younger generation to compete. It's not like we are people of the Heavenly Master's Mansion who can't afford to lose."

"Besides, I have also seen what happened just now. There is nothing wrong with what Wuling did. It is just a matter of skill. There is nothing wrong with being inferior to others."

Others did not interrupt, some were too embarrassed to speak, and some watched the show silently.

The old Taoist priest looked at Zhang Wuling and smiled slightly: "Wuling, get up."

Zhang Wuling glanced at Zhou Meng, and seeing that his master didn't say anything, he stood up awkwardly.

The old Heavenly Master looked at his disciple again and said calmly, "Lingyu, you get up too."

It was not until he heard the old Taoist priest's voice that Zhang Lingyu seemed to come back to his senses. He stood up without saying a word and bowed, saying, "Master, disciple..."

"Okay, go change your clothes and wash your face. I'll come find you later."

"...Yes." Zhang Lingyu paused, lowered his head and walked away slowly.

Everyone looked at Zhang Lingyu's back as he left, no one said a word, leaving Zhang Wuling standing alone on the field, feeling a little awkward.

The old Taoist priest looked at the mighty and majestic Zhang Wuling, and became more and more satisfied. He had the illusion as if he had traveled through time and space and saw his younger self.

"Wuling, you should go down first. If you stand here, I'm afraid no one will dare to compete with you."

The old Taoist priest could see that many people around him were looking at Zhang Wuling as if he were a monster. If he asked the younger generations to fight him, few would dare to do so.

Not to mention, after what happened just now, the old Taoist priest had already seen that Zhang Wuling's cultivation was very high. It was not appropriate to continue to put him in the younger generation. He had to be picked out separately.

Zhang Wuling bowed and said, "Alright, I'll take my leave."

When everyone saw Zhang Wuling striding off the stage, some of the younger generations felt relieved.

Fortunately, I don't have to compete with this kind of monster.

With Zhang Wuling's departure, the climax of the competition seemed to have come to an end, and the following competition was not much different from playing house.

Only the fight between Lu Linglong and Feng Shayan was worth watching and quite exciting.

Of course, not all the people are here today. If all the sects and schools are here, we can probably see many talented people showing off their skills.

The banquet was over and everyone left and went back to their rooms to rest.

The old Taoist priest did not rest, but went to a room with Tian Jinzhong, sat on the upper seat, and waited quietly for someone to arrive.

Button button——

"come in."

The door opened and Zhang Lingyu walked in. He knelt down in front of the cushion and saluted the old Taoist priest and Tian Jinzhong.

Seeing Zhang Lingyu's lost look, the old Taoist sighed: "Lingyu, tell me, what happened just now?"

Zhang Lingyu was silent for a moment before he said, "I don't understand either. I just feel like something is empty inside me, as if... I've lost something."

The old Taoist priest stared at his disciple and said, "Have you figured out what you lost just now?"

Zhang Lingyu shook his head. "I don't know. I just have a strange feeling...as if my body is empty and I feel relaxed."

"Yeah." The old Taoist priest nodded and actually laughed. "Lingyu, you've always been strict with yourself since you were young. Today... is the first time you've cried, right?"

Zhang Lingyu was silent.

The old Taoist priest continued, "This slap in the face is not pleasant. It shatters what you have been trying to maintain, the 'self' you have always wanted to be."

"Today, Zhang Wuling will tell you with a slap in the face that you may never become what you imagine yourself to be."

Zhang Lingyu didn't say anything. He lowered his head, bent his waist, and knelt silently on the mat.

"Lingyu, for us cultivators, the most important thing is sincerity. The tide is rising on the Qiantang River, and today I finally know who I am—when will you see my true self?"

The old Taoist priest stood up, walked to Zhang Lingyu, put his hand on his shoulder, and looked out the window at the bright moon.

"Tonight is the time for practice."