The Wudang Junior Master

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Zhang Wuling stuck his head out of a big tree, and after making sure that there was no one there, he breathed a sigh of relief and lay down.

"What the hell is this group of people chasing me for no apparent reason?"

Zhang Wuling took out his cell phone and found that Xia He had sent him several messages.

First, congratulations were given to him for his victory, followed by some compliments like "so handsome" and "mua mua".

Then Xia He said that Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao had finished the competition.

In fact, it wasn't really a competition. The two of them just "performed" a little on the court, and then Feng Baobao lay on the ground pretending to be dead and admitted defeat.

Fortunately, not many people paid attention to this game, otherwise, with the two's poor acting skills, they would probably receive a lot of complaints.

Now they are heading to the competition venue between Wang Ye and Zhang Lingyu, and it seems that the competition there is almost coming to an end.

After the competition, the morning game ended and the second game started in the afternoon.

During this period of time, everyone can rest, have a meal, etc.

After reading the message, Zhang Wuling thought about it and decided not to go to the venue.

Although he could change his appearance to avoid those annoying guys, there was no need. Even if he went over now, he would hardly see anything.

It would be difficult for Wang to defeat Zhang Lingyu.

It’s not that Wang Ye is not as good as Zhang Lingyu, but Wang Ye had spent some time studying and going to school before, and he was also a bit lazy, so practicing martial arts was a bit of a natural thing.

Zhang Lingyu grew up in Longhu Mountain under the guidance of the old Taoist priest. He had the guidance of a famous teacher, practiced for a long time, and had good talent and was hardworking enough.

Therefore, it is impossible for Wang Ye to defeat Zhang Lingyu for the time being.

After all, we are all geniuses. There is no reason why someone would practice longer than you and still be weaker than you. That would be unreasonable.

I wonder if Wang Ye will be more diligent in practicing martial arts after this defeat?

I guess it's quite difficult. With this guy's personality, he doesn't care about winning or losing at all.

Zhang Wuling was thinking about this and was about to lie down to rest for a while, waiting for lunch.

Unexpectedly, just after I lay down for a while, I heard knocking sounds under the tree.

Zhang Wuling was startled and turned around to look down. He saw the old Taoist priest standing under the tree with a smile on his face, waving to him in greeting.

"Wuling, excuse me, would you like to come down and chat with the old man for a while?"

Oh, it turns out to be the old Taoist priest, that’s normal.

Zhang Wuling jumped down from the tree and said with a smile, "Okay, what do you want to talk about, old Taoist priest?"

"Let's go, let's talk while we walk."

The two walked along the mountain road towards a secluded place, but they didn't meet anyone.

"You kid, you've become completely famous this time."

"Well, it's better not to go out. It's annoying."

"Hahaha, so many people want to be in the spotlight, but they don't have the ability to do it. Just be happy."

"What a coincidence! I really don't like to be in the spotlight."

The old Taoist priest smiled and stepped onto the stone steps slowly. "After this competition, many people have their eyes on you. Some are afraid of you, and some want to make friends with you. From now on, you can't hide even if you want to."

Zhang Wuling said helplessly, "I never intended to hide, I was just a little afraid of trouble. Some people have ulterior motives, some sincerely want to make friends, let them be. Just don't chase me like that group just now."

The old Taoist priest laughed cheerfully a few times and then changed the subject.

"I heard from your master that you were the one who passed on the Fenghou Qimen to Wang Ye?"

"Uh, yes, I think Wang also has the talent to learn Feng Hou, it's a pity to bury it."

"Little Wang is quite good, indeed." The old Taoist nodded. "He does look a bit like an old friend of mine."

"Who?"

"Haha, he's also from Wudang, your master's elder brother, named Zhou Sheng."

Zhang Wuling was shocked when he heard this.

Holy shit, what did the old master discover?

The old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes, looking harmless and kind, saying, "Wuling, tell your great-grandmaster that next time you come to Longhu Mountain, don't be so sneaky. Say hello to me. We're old acquaintances. How can I, an old man, bully him?"

"Hey, old Heavenly Master, how... did you know that Grandmaster Zhou Sheng had been here?" Zhang Wuling asked cautiously.

There is no reason. Longhu Mountain is so big, and Zhou Sheng has mastered the method of Fenghou's transformation. How did the old Taoist priest know that Zhou Sheng had been here?

The old Taoist priest didn't hide it and said with a smile, "If he had come at a normal time, I might not have known about it, but who made him come the day after you were attacked?"

At this point, the old Heavenly Master pointed to the ground beneath his feet and said, "This is Longhu Mountain, where our ancestors and generations of Heavenly Masters have practiced and lived. If we don't have some foundation, how can our Heavenly Master Mansion lead the Zhengyi Sect?"

"The Daoist ancestral temple, could it really be possible for people to come and go as they please?"

As he spoke, the old Taoist priest took out a bronze mirror from his sleeve. It was of ancient style and engraved with runes.

"The Five Thunders and Eight Diagrams Mirror is one of the magical weapons left by our ancestors. As for its use, I'm sorry I can't elaborate, but one of its abilities is that it can make all kinds of evil spirits have nowhere to hide."

The old Taoist priest glanced at Zhang Wuling and then put away the Five Thunders and Eight Diagrams Mirror.

Zhang Wuling was curious. If the Tianshi Mansion had such a magic weapon, why would it be tormented by Quan Xing in the original book?

As for the fact that the Tianshi Mansion had magic weapons, Zhang Wuling didn't find it strange.

After all, it's not like no one knows how to refine weapons. For example, in addition to Qimen, the Zhuge family also knows how to refine weapons.

There is also the most classic Shen Ji Bai Lian, which has all kinds of magical functions.

Some people even think they can make a Gundam with their hands.

The Tianshi Mansion is a great Taoist force that has been passed down for thousands of years. What's wrong with having a few magic weapons left by the ancestors?

It's normal, and it would be abnormal if it didn't exist.

After all, when it comes to magical weapons, there are quite a few in Taoism.

Feeling Zhang Wuling's curious gaze, the old Taoist priest seemed to have guessed something and said with a smile, "This is heritage. All major sects have some, and your Wudang has some too, but it's just not used much, so it's just on display."

"Also, some magical treasures require certain conditions to be used. For example, this Bagua Mirror can only be used by a Heavenly Master who has mastered the complete Thunder Method. Using it once is quite exhausting, so usually the old man just keeps it as a worship. This time, it was a rare occasion for him to use it."

Hearing this, Zhang Wuling's mouth twitched and he mourned for Zhou Sheng in silence.

What bad luck he had, he just happened to run into the old Taoist priest using his magic weapon "Sky Eye" satellite, which just happened to sweep it out for him.

Poor Master Zhou Sheng, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, it’s just that I can’t hide it anymore.

So Zhang Wuling had no choice but to tell the old Taoist priest what happened that day.

Zhang Wuling definitely trusted the old Heavenly Master.

After all, if even the old Taoist priest cannot be trusted, then there is probably no one in this world who can be trusted.

The old Taoist priest listened quietly and then sighed.

"I see......"

After Zhang Wuling finished speaking, he scratched his head and said, "Old Heavenly Master, please don't tell my master about this for now. You know his temper. If he knew about Master Zhou's affairs... I would be in trouble."

"Hahaha." The old Taoist priest laughed loudly, "Don't worry, kid, I'm very tight-lipped."

Uh, why does this sound so unreliable coming from your mouth?