The Wudang Junior Master

"Wa hahaha!"

A burst of laughter erupted from the stands.

Many people saw Zhang Chulan standing in the middle of the field with only a pair of shorts left on, confused and laughing.

"This guy's pants are made of little yellow duck!"

"This is hilarious! Do you think wearing a big cotton-padded jacket will help? That's hilarious!"

"All the laughs at this conference were taken up by this idiot."

"That's right, and that time of watching birds under the moon..."

Zhang Lingyu saw this scene and shook his head helplessly. If Zhang Chulan really became the successor of the Heavenly Master, it would really be...

Indescribable.

However, the old Taoist priest was very happy and took out his mobile phone to take a few photos.

Tian Jinzhong, who was standing by, coughed and whispered, "Brother, please send me some photos later."

The old Taoist priest asked curiously, "Junior brother, what do you want the photo for?"

"Well, this is a souvenir, after all, I am a descendant of Huaiyi."

"Hahaha, no problem. Do you want the Lingyu one?"

"Well, it's okay if you want to give it to me, Senior Brother."

Off the court, after the initial confusion, Zhang Chulan heard the laughter coming from all around and couldn't help but hug his arms.

"Hehehe." Zhang Wuling walked towards him with a wicked grin, "Put on some clothes! Do you think you can avoid being beaten if you put on some clothes?"

Zhang Chulan looked pitiful and said, "Master Zhang, that palm strike just now... could be considered one of the three palm strikes."

"Of course not." Zhang Wuling said confidently.

"Why?" Zhang Chulan couldn't believe it.

Zhang Wuling said, "I'm talking about you taking my three palm strikes. The palm strike just now was a wind strike. A wind strike is wind, but a palm strike is a palm strike. Do you understand?"

"This is not fair!" Zhang Chulan complained.

"What's unfair?" Zhang Wuling chuckled. "Are you saying it's unfair for me to hit you, or is it unfair for you to be hit by me?"

Seeing Zhang Wuling raise his sandbag-sized fist, Zhang Chulan swallowed his saliva and pleaded, "Master Zhang, we have no grudges in the past or in the present, you will definitely not use any harsh blows, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense, kid."

Zhang Wuling looked at Zhang Chulan and said calmly, "I said three palms, so that's it. Since you've come this far and are standing here, let's use our methods openly today."

"I don't care what kind of Qi body origin you are. I only know that your grandfather was a disciple of the Tianshi Mansion. Your grandfather also taught you the unique skills of the Tianshi Mansion. It doesn't make any difference to say that you are a disciple of the Tianshi Mansion."

"You are standing here today, and you have returned to your grandfather's former master's sect. This may be the place your grandfather wanted to return to all his life, but in the end he could not."

"Your two masters are watching you from up there. Don't embarrass your grandfather and the Tianshi Mansion, Zhang Chulan."

Zhang Chulan was stunned by these words, and then fell silent.

He looked at the ground beneath his feet, then at the sky above his head, and then looked at the old Taoist priest He Tian Jinzhong.

Yes, this is a strange place for him, he has never been here before.

To say that he has any sense of belonging to Mount Longhu is completely false.

But it was here - Longhu Mountain, where his grandfather once lived and studied Taoism.

This place may be unfamiliar to him, but to his grandfather, it may be his former home.

When I was a child, every time I saw my grandfather silent and gazing into the distance, was he missing Longhu Mountain and his former fellow disciples?

Zhang Wuling's voice was not loud, but everyone in the venue heard it clearly.

For a moment, all the laughter gradually disappeared and people stopped teasing Zhang Chulan.

The old Taoist priest stood in the stands, smiling with satisfaction, but at the same time his emotions were extremely complicated.

Huaiyi...

Lu Jin sighed at the side, "Although Wuling is sometimes careless, he has a really good personality. I like him, old man!"

Zhang Chulan stood there for a long time. When he raised his head again, all his previous impropriety had disappeared.

"Master Zhang, thank you very much. I understand."

Zhang Wuling smiled softly, turned his head and shouted to Zhang Lingyu in the stands, "Hey! Throw that thing down!"

Zhang Lingyu snorted coldly and threw the package prepared on the side down.

It fell right into Zhang Wuling's hands.

"Thanks."

Zhang Wuling threw the package in his hand back to Zhang Chulan and said with a smile: "In fact, if you don't wear that big cotton-padded jacket today, I will also tear your clothes apart. Open the bundle and put on the one inside."

"This is......"

Zhang Chulan curiously opened the bundle and took out the things inside, only to find that it was a Taoist robe.

For a moment, Zhang Chulan was stunned.

Zhang Wuling's voice came: "Boy, today you are not Zhang Chulan, a college student, nor Zhang Chulan, an employee of Nadutong, nor a descendant of the Qi Body Source."

"Today, at this moment, you are standing here to challenge me on behalf of your grandfather, as a disciple of the Heavenly Master's Mansion and the successor of the Heavenly Master."

"I heard from Xu San and the others that you called the old Taoist priest "Master" and kowtowed to Elder Tian. This can be considered as acknowledging your ancestry."

"Zhang Chulan, put aside your evil intentions. Today, as a disciple of the Taoist sect and the heir of the Tianshi Mansion, you should let go and fight me!"

Zhang Chulan pinched the Taoist robe. For some reason, he, who had always been heartless and shameless, was a little scared at this moment.

Just at this moment, the old Taoist priest's voice came from the stands.

"Chu Lan, don't feel any burden. Although your grandfather left Longhu Mountain that year, all of us brothers and sisters understand and have never blamed him. Master still says the same thing, Tianshi Mansion will always be your home."

"Let go today. This old man also wants to see how well Huaiyi has trained you."

After hearing the old Taoist priest's words, Zhang Chulan seemed to have made up his mind. He shook out the Taoist robe in his hand and put it on.

When Zhang Chulan put on his Taoist robe, everyone in the stands felt that this guy seemed a little different.

Even Xu San and Xu Si had this feeling, as if they had gotten to know a person named "Zhang Chulan" again today.

Zhang Wuling looked him up and down. At this moment, Zhang Chulan was wearing a Taoist robe and had a straight posture. He was quite imposing.

"Not bad, it finally looks like something."

Zhang Wuling stood still, clasped his fists and saluted: "Wudang Zhang Wuling."

Zhang Chulan also raised his hands and clasped his fists: "Tian...Tianshi Mansion, Zhang Chulan - seeks advice."

In the stands, Tian Jinzhong's eyes were red and tears welled up in his eyes.

In a trance, he seemed to mistake Zhang Chulan for Zhang Huaiyi.

It seemed as if at this moment, it was Huaiyi who was standing there wearing the Taoist robe of the Tianshi Mansion.

Just like back then, all their fellow disciples were there.

Back home...

Junior Brother Huaiyi, go home.

The old man’s life memories turned into hot tears, flowing towards the old wrinkles engraved by time.