The Wudang Junior Master

Huhu——

On the high-speed train, Zhou Meng felt helpless as he looked at Zhang Wuling sitting next to him and eating instant noodles.

"Xiao Zhang."

"What's the matter, Master?" Zhang Wuling asked, turning around while slurping noodles.

Zhou Meng sighed, "Did you hit Wang Ye again yesterday?"

"How could I? I love him so much, how could I bear to hit him?"

"Then those five finger marks on his face, were they caused by a ghost?"

"Ahem." Zhang Wuling swallowed his noodles and defended himself, "Master, we were just sparring. Wang Ye took the initiative to ask for it."

"Can't you be a little gentler?" Zhou Meng said angrily, "If Wang can come to Wudang in the future, he will be your nephew after all."

"Yunlong told me today that Wang Ye, that brat, was all vigor and energy when he went up the mountain one day, but the next day he was like an eggplant hit by frost, completely wilted. It looked like he had no desire to live anymore."

"Uh, not to the point of killing me, Master." Zhang Wuling smiled and waved his hand. "I know Wang Ye very well. He wouldn't want to die. Before, in order to help him master the art of lightness, I threw him off a waterfall. He was so scared that he peed his pants. He's very timid and won't die."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Meng turned to look at Zhang Wuling in disbelief and cried out, "You threw Wang Ye off the waterfall? When did that happen?"

Zhang Wuling touched his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "It should be when he was eleven years old..."

not good! There is murderous intent!

Zhang Wuling shuddered and turned his head suddenly, only to see black air coming out of his master Zhou Meng, which was extremely terrifying.

"Master...Master?"

"evil creature!!!"

Boom! Bang! Pop!

"what!"

After a while, in the high-speed rail toilet.

Zhou Meng sat on the sink, while Zhang Wuling, a 1.82-meter-tall man, knelt beside the toilet, his face covered in bruises.

"Evil creature, do you know you are wrong?"

Zhang Wuling said weakly, "I know I was wrong..."

"Tell me, what did you do wrong?"

"Well..." Zhang Wuling's eyes rolled, "I should wait until Wang Ye is a little older before teaching him the Light Body Technique."

Zhou Meng's forehead veins bulged, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Asshole! You still don't know where you went wrong!"

"Throwing someone off a waterfall, do you know how dangerous that is?"

Zhang Wuling said, "Master, I'm watching. I've jumped over that waterfall many times, so I know exactly where the water is deep and shallow."

Zhou Meng's old face turned red instantly, and the next second a loud shout came from the toilet.

"evil creature!"

"Hey, no, Master, don't hit me in the face!"

........

Longhu Mountain is one of the ancestral temples of Taoism.

Thousands of mountains are entwined, their tops reaching the sky, thousands of ravines and gullies are full of flowing water, and the wind blows in the valleys where tigers roar.

The mountains are dotted with green and the mist is covered with green. It is a place of good feng shui and a place of outstanding people.

Because of the old Heavenly Master's birthday, Longhu Mountain is more lively than usual.

Normal tourists who come to Longhu Mountain will naturally follow a certain planned route.

However, if you are an outsider in the circle, you will naturally be received in other places.

When Zhou Meng arrived, the old Taoist priest personally brought his disciples to greet him at the gate of the mansion. As soon as the two met, they exchanged some pleasantries.

"Old Heavenly Master, long time no see."

"Yes, you haven't come to Longhu Mountain for a visit in all these years."

“Alas, the secular world is entangled, not to mention that this time it is not here.”

"We must stay a little longer this time, so we can have a good chat."

"sure."

After chatting for a few words, Zhang Zhiwei turned his attention to Zhang Wuling behind Zhou Meng.

"This must be the genius that Old Zhou always talks about, Zhang Wuling."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuling stepped forward and saluted, saying, "Zhang Wuling, a disciple of the Wudang Sanfeng Sect, pays his respects to the old Heavenly Master."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded, then looked at Zhang Wuling curiously and asked, "Wuling, what's the wound on your face?"

Zhang Wuling scratched his head and explained, "Well... I was competing with my senior brother yesterday and got beaten accidentally."

Zhou Meng on the side withdrew his gaze and nodded with satisfaction.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at Zhou Meng obscurely and said with a smile: "I see, it seems that Yunlong's skills have improved recently. Old Zhou, you have accepted a good disciple."

"No, no." Zhou Meng raised his head and said modestly.

Zhang Zhiwei turned around and said to the two disciples behind him, "Huanjin, Lingyu, why don't you come over and pay your respects to Senior Zhou?"

Zhao Huanjin and Zhang Lingyu stepped forward and saluted Zhou Meng, saying, "I am Zhao Huanjin (Zhang Lingyu) from the Tianshi Mansion. I greet Senior Zhou and Junior Brother Zhang."

Zhang Wuling returned the gift.

Zhou Meng nodded: "Very good, Old Master, these two disciples of yours are not bad either."

"Come on, let's go in and talk."

Under the guidance of the old Heavenly Master, Zhou Meng and Zhang Wuling entered the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

The two old men walked in front, chatting as they walked, and the three disciples naturally followed behind, walking slowly.

I heard from the old Taoist priest that people from the four companies have already arrived, and people from Shaolin Temple have also come. The rest are relatively far away and have not arrived yet.

Arriving at the backyard of the Tianshi Mansion, I saw the heads of the four families, Zhao Fangxu, the director of Nadutong, and...

Zhang Wuling glanced around and suddenly stopped at a bald man.

If for no other reason, the appearance of this person surprised him a little.

Xiao Zizai, a temporary worker who works everywhere, is jealous of patients and has a hobby of "eating people".

Looking at a familiar old monk and a fat monk not far away, Zhang Wuling roughly understood that Xiao Zizai should still be a disciple of Shaolin Master Jiekong.

By the way, it seems that Master Jiekong later gave up all his martial arts skills because of Xiao Zizai, which is a pity.

Just with a quick glance, Zhang Wuling really saw a lot of "familiar" people.

Lu Linglong and Lu Lin from the Lu family, the younger generation of the Lu family didn't come, but Wang Ai's beloved grandson Wang Bing was there, as were Feng Shayan and Feng Xingtong from the Feng family...

Well, we have to say that the old Taoist priest has great reputation, and all the families and sects have brought their youngsters here to broaden their horizons.

Zhou Meng's arrival naturally led to another round of polite chatter from everyone.

Zhang Wuling also had a brief acquaintance with these predecessors, as well as their disciples and descendants.

In a way, he was also initially expanding the circle of extraordinary people.

However, this kind of interaction is not very deep. It is the first time for everyone to meet, and it is good enough to remember the face.

When there are more people, it becomes lively. The old guys talk about their own things, and the younger generation, there are always extroverts who are also making friends everywhere.

Zhang Wuling didn't join in the fun, but found a corner to stay by himself.

As luck would have it, Xiao Zizai happened to be not far away, and he didn't seem to like the hustle and bustle either.

Out of curiosity, Zhang Wuling couldn't help but look at it——

He has strong muscles and bones, and his body is well-trained. He has little flesh on his cheeks, and looks like a ruthless person. There is a slight murderous gleam in his eyes, and he does not seem to have much Buddhist nature.

Brother Xiao is very popular, and the famous scene of "pulling the lamb ribs backwards" intimidating the whole audience is something that people talk about with great relish.

Xiao Zizai was meditating when he suddenly realized someone was looking at him, so he turned around to look.

"Master, what can I do for you?"