The Wudang Junior Master

"Hey, why don't you speak?"

Wang Ye smacked his lips and could only say helplessly, "Little Master, do you think I'm such a grown-up that I can cry like you said?"

Zhang Wuling asked curiously, "Aren't you sad at all? Aren't you confused at all?"

Wang Ye spread his hands and said, "I am a little sad, and a little confused, but Master only said he was sending me away, and he didn't say he wouldn't let me come back. Doesn't this prove that there is still room for maneuver?"

"Uh..." Zhang Wuling choked. He didn't get to see Wang Ye crying bitterly, and always felt that something was imperfect.

By the way, his phone is ready!

"By the way, Junior Master, why did you suddenly come to see me?" Wang Ye changed the subject.

Zhang Wuling secretly turned off the camera-enabled phone in his pocket and said calmly, "This is what I meant. I made a bet with Sima Andao. If he lost, he'd treat me to a meal."

"He's going back to his sect soon, so we plan to complete the bet before then. I've found a place where we can have a farewell dinner."

What a farewell dinner...

After listening to this, Wang Ye asked in confusion, "So, Junior Master, why did you come to see me?"

"Nonsense, of course I'm taking you with me, along with Zhang Lingyu, there are four of us."

"The four of us?" Wang was puzzled. "Where are the others?"

Zhang Wuling said, "Well, Sima Andao said he doesn't like crowds, so it's just the four of us."

"I see."

"Alright." Zhang Wuling hugged Wang Ye and dragged him down the mountain. "Don't dawdle. Zhang Lingyu and Sima Andao are probably already there. We need to hurry up, or we won't miss out on hot food."

"Uh, Junior Master, could you please be a little gentler? I can't breathe."

"Can't breathe? No problem, just think of it as practicing the tortoise breathing technique!"

“…It’ll kill people.”

At the foot of the mountain, there is the Laosaozi Roast Chicken Shop.

When Zhang Wuling and Wang Ye arrived, they saw Sima Andao and Zhang Lingyu had already found a seat.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late!"

Zhang Wuling pulled out a chair, sat down, and asked, "Have you ordered?"

Sima Andao said with a smile: "We dare not order food until you, the real master, arrive."

"Well, you guys order first." Zhang Wuling said, picking up the menu and looking at it. "You guys should take a look at something too."

Zhang Lingyu shook his head and said, "I'm fine with anything. You can order."

"Me too." Sima Andao said.

Wang Ye lay on the chair and said lazily, "I don't mind either."

"Hey, you three are really..."

Seeing this, Zhang Wuling didn't hesitate. After flipping through the menu from beginning to end, he raised his hand and said, "Boss, let's order!"

An old lady wearing an apron came out and asked with a smile, "What kind of chicken do you Taoist priests want to eat?"

Zhang Wuling closed the menu and said, "We want a home-style roast chicken, five-spice roast chicken, secret sauce roast chicken, pot-roasted chicken, crispy baby chicken, crispy roast chicken..."

"Another bucket of rice for each person. I want two buckets. Then two basins of old hen soup and eight bottles of white wine. That's all for now."

The pen in the old sister-in-law's hand fell to the ground with a "click", and she stood there in a daze.

Wang Ye and the other two were also dumbfounded. Sima Andao said, "Um, Fellow Daoist Zhang...didn't you order a bit too much?"

"Not much, not much." Zhang Wuling waved his hand and said with a smile, "Eat whatever you want. Don't be polite. How can you practice if you don't eat enough? Look at how thin you are. If you don't eat more, how can you catch up with me?"

The last sentence stopped Zhang Lingyu who was about to speak.

Wang Ye said timidly, "Junior Master, everything else is easy. Just a bucket of rice for each person... I'm afraid I can't finish it."

"You can't even finish a bucket of rice, how can you gain strength?" Zhang Wuling waved his hand, "Eat as much as you want, and leave the rest to me!"

After hearing this, Wang Ye fell completely silent.

Zhang Wuling turned around and said to his sister-in-law, "Boss, please cook. This is all we have. If it's not enough, we can order more."

"Uh, okay, okay, I'll... tell the kitchen to prepare a table for you."

The old sister-in-law picked up the pen on the ground, stepped on her high heels, and walked away.

All of a sudden, the kitchen, which had been quite quiet, started to go into full swing.

The clanging of pots and pans didn't stop for over an hour...

As the dishes arrived one after another, the four of them each held a bucket of rice and started eating.

The proprietress was thoughtful enough to give each of the four people a rice spoon, because it is really inconvenient to eat with a bucket instead of chopsticks.

Zhang Wuling rolled up his sleeves, picked up the rice spoon, grabbed a chicken leg and started to shovel rice into his mouth.

If normal people eat by eating, then Zhang Wuling eats by sucking.

The rice went into his mouth and went into his stomach in no time. Half of the bucket of rice was gone in just one minute, leaving the three people next to him dumbfounded.

"Eat, eat quickly." Zhang Wuling urged the three to pick up their chopsticks.

Zhang Lingyu and the other two looked at each other. They seemed to know why Zhang Wuling was so powerful.

With that much appetite, his strength must be quite high.

So this is the secret to becoming strong?

Dry!

Zhang Lingyu was the first to take action. He also rolled up his sleeves and began to pick up food and eat. The veins on his neck were bulging from eating so much.

"Uh..." Wang was about to say something, but when he turned around, he saw Sima Andao also silently picked up the wooden barrel and started showing off.

"Gulu~"

For some reason, Wang Ye always felt that this meal had the atmosphere of a competition.

Just as Wang Ye was dumbfounded, Zhang Wuling suddenly turned around, stared at him and asked, "Why aren't you eating?"

An inexplicable feeling of panic swept over my body.

Wang Ye quickly picked up the wooden barrel and started eating without saying a word.

The meal was eaten with a lot of clang clang, clang clang, clang clang, and clang clang. In the end, the speed at which the dishes were served could not keep up with the speed at which the four people could finish their food.

The proprietress was so frightened watching from behind that she finally hid in the kitchen, thinking out of sight, out of mind.

The chef said with trembling hands, "It's done, it's finally done!"

The proprietress sighed and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Chef Bao."

Chef Bao smiled and said, "It's okay. Business is a good thing. By the way, how many people came today? Why did you order so much? We're almost out of chicken."

"four people."

Master Bao's eyes widened in horror, and he said in disbelief, "What? Four people?!"

The proprietress nodded: "Yes, there are four Taoist priests, all quite young. They should be Taoist priests from the mountain. Isn't there an event at the Tianshi Mansion during this period?"

"No, I mean, ordering so much for four people? Can they finish it?"

The proprietress thought about the four people's eating posture and said, "It should be fine. They have finished most of the meal and they don't seem to want to stop."

"Hiss—" Master Bao was puzzled. "Are the conditions for being a Taoist priest in the mountains so harsh now?"

The proprietress sighed, "I guess they haven't had a good life. Look how hungry their four children are. They're still practicing Buddhism, but they've all become hungry ghosts."

"That doesn't make sense. How can the Tianshi Mansion be so destitute that its disciples can't even get enough to eat?" Master Bao couldn't understand.

"Who knows? Okay, you should take a rest as well."

At this time, the first loser of the Ganfan Four appeared.

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