The Wudang Junior Master

Early in the morning, Beijing High-Speed ​​Railway Station.

Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, and Zhang Lingyu, who had just come down the mountain and joined Nadoutong, came out of the high-speed rail station.

"Hey, here!" Wang Ye waved to the three people beside the car.

Zhang Chulan and the other two came over and were about to greet them when they saw Wang Ye with a bruised face and nose.

"Uh, Young Master Wang, what are you doing?" Zhang Chulan asked curiously.

Zhang Lingyu was also very curious: "Who gave you this injury? There is actually such a master in the capital?"

That’s not right. Didn’t Zhang Wuling come to the capital? How could Wang Ye be beaten like this with him around?

Could it be that... his master is also in the capital?

This is unreasonable. If the master wants to beat someone, he should beat Zhang Wuling. Why would he beat Wang Ye?

Facing the three people's confusion, Wang Ye smiled awkwardly: "This is... I forgot to turn on the light in the bathroom last night, and I fell on the toilet and smashed it."

Zhang Lingyu pointed to his right cheek and asked, "This is clearly a footprint. How could it be from falling on the toilet?"

Hearing this, Wang Ye wanted to cry but had no tears: "I'm talking about Zhang Lingyu, so don't ask."

God knows how badly he was beaten yesterday. He had never been so miserable before in the mountains.

God bless him, he really isn't gay!

If he had known he would be beaten up, he would not have said such nonsense in the car at that time.

Zhang Lingyu was about to ask further questions, but was stopped by Zhang Chulan.

From Wang Ye’s attitude, we can tell that the other party’s injury must have a “mystery” behind it, probably a dark history.

"Well, Master Zhang called us here for something, right? Let's get in the car first." Zhang Chulan said.

However, at this moment, Feng Baobao took the initiative to step forward, came to Wang Ye and said, "My Kawasaki?"

Wang Ye snapped his fingers, and a Ranger behind the Rolls-Royce flashed its lights. Two bodyguards got out and put down a motorcycle that was towed behind the car.

When Feng Baobao saw the motorcycle, her eyes lit up instantly and she rushed over.

Kawasaki H2, the top version costs hundreds of thousands, with its domineering appearance, graceful body lines, and high-specification instrument panel, it is definitely a representative of performance and appearance.

Feng Baobao caressed it all over, then put on the helmet and sat on it with her long legs.

Zhang Chulan looked at the motorcycle and said to Wang Ye, "I'm sorry to have cost you money this time."

Originally, Xia He promised to buy this motorcycle for Feng Baobao, but she never had time to fulfill her promise after she returned.

Because of this incident, Xia He was "female-frozen" by Feng Baobao for many days.

It just so happened that Zhang Wuling called and asked Zhang Chulan to come to Beijing to help, and by the way he learned about this matter, so the matter fell on Wang Ye's head.

And this matter was really nothing to Wang Ye. After all, it was only a few hundred thousand. He only needed to ask for such a small amount of money, and his father would not even bother to ask a question.

Therefore, Wang also waved his hand and said calmly: "It's okay, and besides, this money is not from me, I am relying on my parents."

Zhang Chulan smiled slightly. He naturally knew Wang Ye's family background. To say that he was just an ordinary rich second generation was an understatement.

The three of them got in the car, Feng Baobao rode her beloved motorcycle, and the group set off.

In the car, Zhang Lingyu asked, "By the way, where is Zhang Wuling?"

"Junior Master has already gone to Chen's house. I'll pick you up and go there directly now." Wang Ye replied.

Zhang Chulan sighed, "I didn't expect that Taoist Zhang would actually give Fenghou Qimen to someone."

He is more like a rip-off... Wang Ye complained in his heart.

Outside the Chen family mansion.

Brother Du parked the car and the three of them got out. Feng Baobao felt a little reluctant, but after all, they had arrived and work was the most important thing.

You know, Feng Baobao is the company's three-good employee.

Wang Ye and the other two entered the Chen family mansion and walked all the way to the main room, where they saw Zhang Wuling sitting in the room talking with several old people.

Except for Chen Jinkui, Wang Ye and the others didn't know the other people.

But it’s easy to guess that it must be someone from the other three sects.

As the three entered the house, Zhang Wuling stopped talking to the others, "Oh, they're finally here."

Zhang Chulan was the first to greet him: "Master Zhang, long time no see."

"Only a month." Zhang Wuling greeted with a smile, "Come, come, let me introduce you."

After some introductions, both parties got to know each other.

There is no need to say much about Wang Ye and the others, and besides Chen Jinkui, the leaders of the other three sects have also come.

However, compared to Chen Jinkui, the leaders of the other three sects are older and their hair is all white.

From this point, it can be roughly seen that the other three schools have indeed declined, giving people a feeling that there is no successor.

Zhang Chulan and the others also realized that in addition to the Shuzi Sect, there were actually three other sects.

There is no need to say much about the Shu Sect. Its disciples specialize in practicing magic and are all sorcerers.

The Liu Sect represents all kinds of people, including the various schools of thought, all of whom are outstanding.

The Dongzi School absorbs Yin to replenish Yang, practices breathing exercises in the morning, and circulates Qi to practice martial arts. They are all followers of martial arts.

Those who follow the Jing Sect practice fasting to stop thinking, enter into a state of meditation, and practice sleeping techniques to achieve success. All of these are people who practice quiet cultivation.

Each of the four schools has its own characteristics, but in this era, except for the Shu school, the other three Liu schools have become less famous and gradually become unknown.

The leader of the Liuzi Sect was an old man with a long beard. He first glanced at Wang Ye, then said, "Master Zhang, we can agree to what you said, but could you please let us witness the wonders of the legendary Fenghou Qimen first?"

"Of course." Zhang Wuling was very straightforward. He turned to Wang Ye and said, "Show them your skills and let the buyers see your strength."

Wang Ye was a little speechless, but still stood up.

Zhang Wuling then said to Zhang Chulan and the other two, "We asked you to come here this time to serve as witnesses on behalf of the company to prevent any disputes or misunderstandings in the future."

Zhang Chulan said OK, took out his camera and turned on the video recording function.

"Master Zhang, don't worry. I will record everything that happened this time. There will definitely be no problem."

Chen Jinkui and his friends had no objection to this. After all, this transaction was a unique skill of both parties and was not a trivial matter. Having a third-party witness would indeed save them from trouble.

"Wang Ye, let's start."

As Zhang Wuling spoke, Wang Ye immediately started the Qimen game and began to move the four plates.

Chen Jinkui's eyes widened at the first moment, and he was dazzled and unable to extricate himself.

The same was true for the leaders of the other three sects, but compared to Chen Jinkui, they were more shocked and unbelievable.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuling's lips curled up slightly: "Show us the real stuff and let the bosses check it out."

Wang had no choice but to raise his finger, and a small sapling emerged from the ground, then continued to grow, and finally the green leaves fluttered, and the spring was in full swing.

But then the leaves gradually turned yellow, a cold wind blew, frost and snow fell in the Qimen Bureau, and then heavy snow fell, and the dry branches were covered with white snow.

Seeing this scene, Chen Jinkui and the other three sect leaders couldn't help but tremble. They were all stunned, leaning forward, their eyes wishing they could turn into microscopes to see everything clearly.

Zhang Wuling took in the expressions of the few people, put his hands on his hips, and looked very proud.