The Wudang Junior Master

The sky was dark and the sky was getting darker.

A few of them returned to their accommodation, found a quiet room where no one was, and gathered together.

Zhang Wuling sat down and said, "Chu Lan, you just said that you could guess when the Taiping Dao people would take action?"

"Yeah." Zhang Chulan nodded. "If my guess is correct, the people from Taiping Dao must be waiting for the people from Quanxing to cause trouble."

Xu San understood what he said, "You mean, the Taiping Dao is taking advantage of the situation?"

"That's right. Sister Baoer and I were attacked last night. They have alarmed us. Now the mountain is on alert, so it will be difficult for them to attack us."

Zhang Chulan analyzed, "Today we went to see the Master, knowing that Quan Xing was going to cause trouble. I'm guessing the Taiping Dao should also know about this. If I were them, I wouldn't choose to be the first to make a move. Instead, I would hide and wait until the chaos happened before taking action."

"By then, they could easily pretend to be from Quan Xing. Who would be able to tell the difference? After all, everyone knows what Quan Xing is like. They'd be the perfect target for smear campaigns."

After listening to Zhang Chulan, everyone thought about it carefully and found that this possibility was quite high.

Zhang Wuling folded his hands and thought for a moment, "So, the Taiping Dao people shouldn't be making any moves in the next couple of days?"

Tsk, he wanted to use Lao Wang to fish, but it seems that there is not much chance.

Zhang Chulan said: "They probably won't do it again. After all, they've been exposed once, and it's impossible for them to take the risk again."

Xu Si took a puff of his cigarette and said, "But right now, we don't know when Quan Xing will make his move."

Zhang Chulan spread his hands: "I can't do anything about this. Quan Xing has too little information. We don't know their goals, so it's difficult to predict their actions."

"Could it be that Quan Xing is also after the Eight Great Skills?" Xu San said.

Zhang Chulan said, "If that's the case, then they'll probably wait until the conference is over. Isn't Mr. Lu going to take out the Tongtian Talisman? Catching a young one is much easier than catching an old one."

Xu Si nodded, turned to Zhang Wuling and asked, "Master, what do you think?"

Zhang Wuling blinked. "I don't have any ideas. Chu Lan has already said it, and I agree with it. But there's one thing. I don't think Quan Xing is necessarily after the Eight Wonders."

Seeing several people looking at him, Zhang Wuling said, "Do you think Quan Xing is trying to find the truth about the Jiashen Rebellion? After all, wasn't the previous leader of Quan Xing one of the main figures in that chaos?"

"How is that possible?" Xu Si shook his head. "Very few people know the truth about the Jiashen Rebellion. Apart from those who experienced it firsthand, it's even less likely for outsiders to know the truth."

"They can't possibly be planning to deal with the old Taoist priest, right? If that's the case, I think Quan Xing and his gang should be sent to a mental hospital to have their brains checked out."

Hearing this, Zhang Wuling nodded silently and said nothing more.

Because from the perspective of someone who is 'uninformed', this possibility is indeed too small.

It’s not that Zhang Chulan and the others are not smart enough, sometimes it’s simply because they don’t have enough information.

After all, only a few people know the truth about the Jiashen Rebellion. Although the old Taoist priest was not an eyewitness, he has mastered the Taoist degree and may understand what happened.

If Quan Xing wanted to know the truth from the old Taoist priest, his head must have been struck by lightning.

As for Mr. Tian...he is really too tight-lipped.

Night falls.

The full moon is in the sky and mercury is pouring down the ground.

After dinner, Lu Linglong came to find Zhang Wuling and others and took them to the party place.

A blazing bonfire was lit in a shady forest.

Most of the contestants were there, gathered in groups of three or five, drinking and chatting.

Zhang Wuling looked around and found that Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing and Zhang Lingyu were all there, and the three of them were chatting.

Well, Sima Andao from the Shenxiao Sect was there too, but he was aloof and stood alone under a tree, not drinking.

Zhang Chulan was dragged by Lu Linglong's people to drink and brag, and Sister Baoer also took a bottle of white wine and drank it as a beverage.

Zhang Wuling strode up behind Wang Ye and the other two and quickly squeezed in. "Hey, you three are already drinking and you won't wait for me?"

A vein jumped on Zhang Lingyu's forehead. "There are so many places over there, why are you squeezing me out?"

"You're so stingy. You don't even give me space to sit. Can you be more generous like me? I used to pay for the foot massage parlor—"

"Shut up! Don't mention this again!"

Zhuge Qing coughed and tried to stand up: "You guys can chat about this kind of thing, I'm not interested in gossip..."

A big hand reached out and pushed Zhuge Qing back to his original position.

Zhang Wuling laughed and said, "Zhuge Qing, you are the descendant of Wu Hou, how can you not be interested in gossip? You are being modest, aren't you? Come, sit down and let's chat together. I will tell you about Zhang Lingyu's dark history."

Zhuge Qing struggled for a bit, but found that he couldn't move at all, and his heart felt heavy.

Sure enough, the other party's strength is above his own.

Wang also laughed. He really had no interest in it. After all, he already knew everything he needed to know on Wudang Mountain.

He could almost recite all the stories about Zhang Lingyu by heart.

He even knew that his junior uncle had once sent a message to the old Taoist priest asking about Zhang Lingyu's embarrassing childhood experiences.

As for Zhang Lingyu, his face turned black. He raised his right hand, veins bulged on his forearm, and arcs of electricity flashed.

"Zhang! Wu! Ling! Take my thunder!"

Crack!

When the people around heard the noise, they looked over and saw Zhang Lingyu, furious, holding grenades in both hands and striking someone wildly.

"Hiss, what happened to Master Lingyu?"

"Yeah, it's rare to see Lingyu Zhenren get angry."

"Ah, Master Lingyu is so handsome when he gets angry, it's amazing..."

"Fuck, no way, aren't you a man?!"

Under the tree, Sima Andao raised his eyes and glanced at the thunder magic in Zhang Lingyu's hand, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

In front of the campfire.

Zhuge Qing looked at the 'black charcoal' on the ground, his mouth twitching: "Master Zhang, are you... okay?"

"puff!"

Zhang Wuling, who was lying on the ground, exhaled a puff of black smoke, turned over and sat up swiftly, laughing: "It's okay! A little thunder magic, ridiculous!"

It’s true, Zhang Lingyu’s electrotherapy is quite comfortable. My whole body feels warm and numb, which is quite pleasant.

Zhuge Qing broke out in a cold sweat and could only smirk, "Master Daoist is truly... Your cultivation is profound."

Wang Ye said, "Well, actually, you don't need to worry about them. My junior uncle is just like that. When he's serious, he's very reliable. When he's not serious..."

"I understand." Zhuge Qing nodded repeatedly to show that he had seen it.

Zhang Lingyu put his hands together, raised his chin and snorted.

I don't know why, but Zhang Wuling always likes to use his embarrassing stories to irritate him.

He had every reason to suspect that the other party had some special hobby.

After all, every time he electrocutes me, I always have a relieved expression.

That look was exactly the same as the one he had when this guy took him to a foot massage parlor.

Hehe, pervert!