The Wudang Junior Master

mountain road.

Zhang Wuling sighed, then collected his thoughts, recalled what had just happened down the mountain, and asked, "Senior Brother Yunlong, what's this Yihe Society that Zhu Ganglie mentioned just now?"

Taoist Master Yunlong replied, "Something suddenly appeared in the south during this period. No one took it seriously at first, but who knew that its expansion momentum would be so unexpected."

"This Yihe Society has a bit of the style of the old halls. They recruited a large number of disciples. In a short period of time, they absorbed hundreds of extraordinary people and have thousands of disciples."

"Hundreds of strange people?!" Zhang Wuling was a little surprised.

Taoist Yunlong nodded: "Yes, although most of them are not very strong, they are still extraordinary people who have mastered Qi."

"Also, the Yihe Society seems to have a special mental method that they provide to their disciples for cultivation. It's very formal. Although there is a strong sense of martial arts, it doesn't look like they come from a loose background."

"Of course, there's more to them than just this." Taoist Yunlong looked a little serious.

"After the Yihe Society emerged, they sent disciples to various sects to seek advice. If they encountered a sect weaker than them, they would use threats and bribes to swallow it up. If it was a large sect, they would appear polite and just communicate to show the rules."

"It is precisely because of this that the Yihe Society has become famous. I just didn't expect them to come after our Wudang so soon."

Zhang Wuling was a little shocked and asked, "What do the company and the Ten Lords say?"

"Of course the company and the Ten Lords are concerned, but the Yihe Society is different from the Quanxing Society. Although it's expanding rapidly, it hasn't done anything harmful to the world."

"Of course, while everything seems calm on the surface, there will likely be some fighting behind the scenes. The Yihe Society is still going strong, so I think it's a tough nut to crack."

Putting aside other things, the emergence of the Boxer Society may not affect the company for the time being. After all, as long as you don't disrupt social stability, they generally won't take the initiative to mess with you.

But some of the Ten Lords may not be so easy to talk to.

However, most of the power of the Ten Lords is basically in the north. There may be some secret confrontations, but for the time being, no major conflicts will arise.

In fact, the circle of extraordinary people does not forbid the emergence of new forces, but it is rare for the Yihe Society to be so powerful.

If you want to gain a foothold in this circle, it depends on whether your own strength is strong enough.

Fortunately, we are living in a peaceful era now. If it were in the past, there would have been a bloody storm.

The sun is shining brightly at noon.

The scorching sun seemed to want to bake everything on the earth, and even the occasional breeze blowing from the mountains was so hot that it was suffocating.

Taoist Master Yunlong and Zhang Wuling were talking about the Yihe Society, and before they knew it, they had arrived outside Zhou Meng's residence.

"Master, Junior Brother is here."

An old man's voice sounded from inside the house, "Let him in if he comes."

Taoist Master Yunlong turned around and said, "Go in. Brother, I'll be leaving first. I still have to watch those evildoers practice. It's so hot, they're probably slacking off again, huh."

"Brother, walk slowly."

After Taoist Yunlong left, Zhang Wuling pushed open the door and went in.

I saw Master Zhou Meng sitting on a stool, holding a mobile phone in his hand, his white brows tightly furrowed.

"Master." Zhang Wuling saluted.

"Xiao Zhang is here." Zhou Meng put his phone in his pocket. "Yunlong told you everything."

Zhang Wuling nodded: "Senior Brother has already said that we should go to attend the old Heavenly Master's birthday celebration and discuss important matters."

"Wrong, wrong!" Zhou Meng shouted.

wrong?

Zhang Wuling was stunned. That’s not right. That’s what Senior Brother Yunlong told him.

Zhou Meng pouted and corrected himself, "We're going to discuss important matters, and by the way... hmph, to celebrate the old Heavenly Master's birthday. Do you understand?"

Zhang Wuling saw that Zhou Meng seemed a little angry, so he asked curiously, "Master, do you have a grudge against the old Taoist priest?"

"no!"

Thinking back to the old Heavenly Master's youth, and the victims he had slapped one after another, Zhang Wuling seemed to see through something. He leaned forward and asked quietly, "Master, have you... been beaten by the old Heavenly Master?"

Zhou Meng's squinted eyes suddenly opened, and he jumped up from the stool and punched Zhang Wuling on the top of his head.

Boom! ! !

Zhang Wuling's facial features were all messed up and he was knocked to the ground, with a big bump on his head.

"Boy, do you know what it means to respect your teachers?" Zhou Meng sat back down and snorted.

"I know...I know." Zhang Wuling covered his head and replied in a muffled voice.

Judging from the master's reaction, he was probably beaten badly by the old master when he was young.

Speaking of which, Zhang Wuling was really curious about how powerful the old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei was.

From the beginning to the end, there are almost no scenes of the old Taoist priest using all his strength. No matter how cool and awesome the various sects and schools are, once the scene switches to the old Taoist priest taking action, it always looks so mediocre.

This gives people the impression that the old Taoist priest is not that great, has no special skills, and his visual impact is not as strong as others.

But after practicing, Zhang Wuling finally understood.

It’s not that the old Taoist priest has no means. After all, the entire Taoist Temple has been passed down for thousands of years and is not short of so-called magic skills.

It’s simply because the old Taoist priest’s life cultivation is too high, so he can use basically no means to beat people.

Just like Zhang Wuling himself, now on Wudang Mountain, except for the older generation, he can hardly use any tricks to compete with others, and can solve the problem with a slap.

As for why he used a slap, it was not because Zhang Wuling was cosplaying as the old Taoist priest, but simply because a slap was more effective.

Those who often hit others know that hitting someone with a fist is not as quick and satisfying as hitting someone with a slap.

Zhou Meng looked at Zhang Wuling, who looked aggrieved, and said unhappily, "Now that you know, go back and pack your things. We'll set off early tomorrow morning."

"Oh." Zhang Wuling responded, then asked, "Master, do we need to bring anything? It's the old Heavenly Master's birthday after all, so it wouldn't be appropriate to come empty-handed."

Zhou Meng waved his hand and said, "You don't need to worry about this. Just bring two bottles of Huangjing wine when the time comes."

"Oh well."

Zhang Wuling nodded, stood up and prepared to leave.

"Oh, right." Zhou Meng suddenly stopped him. "Although we're going to Longhu Mountain to discuss business, it's also the old Heavenly Master's birthday celebration, and disciples from all sects will be there. We'll have some exchanges, so remember not to lose face, especially when you meet someone from the Heavenly Master's Mansion. Don't show any mercy! Got it?"

Uh...Master, you have a lot of resentment.

Zhang Wuling was speechless. It was obvious that the two of them often chatted privately on the phone and they had a good time.

But he also knew that it would be better not to argue at this time.

"Yes, Master, I remember it."

Seeing this, Zhou Meng nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, go ahead, and rest early today."

"Disciple takes leave."