The Wudang Junior Master

Bang!

Wang Ye's head hit the table, and there were still some rice grains around his mouth.

His eyes were dull and he kept burping, as if he had eaten to the point where his soul had left his body.

"Why bother...why bother..."

The king was so sad that he wanted to cry but had no tears. Why did he do this?

So many chickens, so much rice, this should be left to Zhuge Qing’s grandson!

Bang!

There was another muffled sound, and Wang Ye turned his head to look, only to see Sima Andao had also fallen down, still covering his mouth, as if something was about to come out of his mouth.

Haha, you're just like that.

Now only Zhang Wuling and Zhang Lingyu are still fighting.

One showed off his last bucket of rice, while the other was finishing a roast chicken.

Wang was also shocked. He didn't expect that Zhang Lingyu could compete with his junior master to the end.

He doesn't look much stronger than him, so why does he have such a terrible appetite?

But no matter what, he definitely couldn't eat it.

Not only could he not eat, but now he felt nauseous when he smelled roast chicken.

About ten minutes later, Zhang Lingyu finished eating the last chicken leg, and his speed slowed down significantly.

Wang Ye looked at the blood vessels on Zhang Lingyu's neck that were bursting, and couldn't help but persuade him: "Master Lingyu, give up. If you can't eat it, don't eat it. Don't make it hard on yourself."

Zhang Lingyu gritted her teeth and said, "Don't worry, I'll stop when I'm full."

You're not full yet, your face is turning purple from eating so much!

"GuluGulu——"

Zhang Wuling finished the bucket of soup and breathed a sigh of relief: "It feels so good! It's rare to eat so full, it feels so good!"

After saying that, Zhang Wuling took a look and saw that the table was full of chicken bones. All the food and wine had been eaten, and only half a bowl of soup was left.

So, he pushed the soup towards Zhang Lingyu and said, "Come on, finish this little soup, don't waste it."

Zhang Lingyu clenched his fists a little tighter, hesitated for a moment, and said through gritted teeth: "Okay!"

After taking two deep breaths, Zhang Lingyu picked up the soup bowl and poured it into his mouth, leaving Sima Andao and Wang Ye standing by dumbfounded.

If you're not my friend, why are you doing this?

Bang!

When Zhang Lingyu put down the soup basin, Wang Ye and Sima Andao gave him a thumbs up in admiration.

"powerful!"

"Master Lingyu, that's awesome!"

Zhang Wuling was also a little surprised and said, "Not bad, Zhang Lingyu. Your appetite has improved over the years. It seems that it won't be long before you can catch up with me."

Zhang Lingyu was sweating profusely, but he forced a smile upon hearing this. "Hmph, don't worry, I... hiccup... gurgle... I'll catch up... with you... in no time."

Zhang Wuling nodded and said with a smile, "I enjoyed the meal today. Let's go and pay the bill."

However, when Zhang Wuling stood up and prepared to leave, he found that the other three were sitting in their chairs motionless.

"Come on, what are you doing?"

The three of them looked at each other, and Wang Ye said awkwardly, "Junior Master, I'm too full to get up. Wait for us to digest it."

"That's okay, too."

Zhang Wuling was very considerate. He sat down again and turned around and called out, "Boss, another crispy chicken!"

The proprietress poked her head out of the window and asked in disbelief, "You guys still want more?!"

"Correct."

"......it is good."

Not to mention the proprietress, even Zhang Lingyu and the other two were shocked. Wang Ye asked, "Junior Master, can you still eat?"

Zhang Wuling said, "Actually, I'm full too, but it's boring to just sit here and wait. I'll eat while you guys digest it, just like a snack."

Three people: "......"

Finally, after another half an hour, Zhang Wuling finished eating the chicken, and Zhang Lingyu and the other three had also digested some of it and were able to get up and walk around.

So Sima Andao settled the bill, and the four of them slowly walked up the mountain.

Sima Andao has packed his things and will take the high-speed train around 8 o'clock in the evening.

Zhang Wuling originally wanted to see them off, but Sima Andao refused and invited the three of them to visit Shenxiao Sect if they had the chance.

After saying goodbye to Sima Andao, Zhang Lingyu also left, saying that he wanted to rest for a while and then go to practice.

So, Zhang Wuling and Wang Ye went back to the dormitory.

On the way, Zhang Wuling asked, "Wang Ye, what are your plans next?"

"what?"

"You've been kicked out of the mountain gate and now you have nowhere to go. Are you planning to go back and inherit the billions of dollars?"

Wang Ye sighed: "Little Master, please stop teasing me, but I definitely need to go back home to see how my family is doing."

"Well, that's fine."

Zhang Wuling smiled and patted Wang Ye's shoulder, saying, "You'll probably have a lot of troubles when you go back. Remember to tell your uncle if you have any."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye said servilely, "Don't worry, Junior Master. If I get into any trouble, I'll definitely come to you. You can't just stand by and watch me die."

"Look at what you said, could I be that kind of person?"

"hey-hey."

"By the way." Zhang Wuling suddenly spoke up and said to Wang Ye, "If you're not in a hurry, leave later."

Wang was also curious and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Well, what else can I do? I ask you to fight if there's a fight, and I ask you to help if there's something I need." Zhang Wuling said.

Wang Ye seemed to be thinking about it, then nodded and said, "Okay, no problem, I'll stay for two more days."

"No, you pretend to leave first, and then come back quietly, don't let anyone find out."

When Wang Ye heard this, he immediately understood the meaning. This meant that he was to be the trump card in secret.

"Okay, I'll book the plane ticket now."

For Wang Ye, who has mastered the correct use of Fenghou Qimen, it is extremely easy to leave and return to Longhu Mountain quietly.

While the two were chatting, Zhang Lingyu actually came back.

"Hey, didn't you go to practice?"

"Master wants to talk to you about something, so he asked me to come and call you." Zhang Lingyu said.

"Old Heavenly Master? That's fine."

After greeting Wang Ye, Zhang Wuling followed Zhang Lingyu all the way to the hall where the old Taoist priest was.

As soon as I arrived, I saw Xia He, Zhang Chulan and others here.

"Everyone is here." Zhang Wuling greeted them, then looked around and didn't see Xu San and the others.

"Where are the third and fourth brothers?"

Xia He said, "They're out doing something. I'll help look after Zhang Chulan and the baby."

"I see. Thank you for your hard work, Senior."

Xia He lowered her head and sighed, "What can I do? It was some scoundrel who let me into the company. I have to behave well, so as not to embarrass him."

"Ahem." Zhang Wuling scratched his head. "Well, the old Taoist priest called me, so I went in first."

Zhang Wuling, Zhang Lingyu and Zhang Chulan walked into the main hall. The old Taoist priest and Lu Jin were all there, sitting in their seats.

The three of them saluted, and the old Taoist priest said with a smile:

"The meeting is over. I called you here, and I'm sure you know why."

"Chu Lan."

"Master." Zhang Chulan shouted.

"My dear child, I know why you came to this conference. Come to me tonight and I can give you the answers you want to know."

Zhang Chulan was delighted when he heard this and quickly said, "Really? Thank you, Master!"

Zhang Wuling was watching from the side, but he knew in his heart that it would not be easy for Zhang Chulan to get the "answer".

The old Taoist priest will give it to Zhang Chulan, but whether Zhang Chulan wants it or not is another matter.

Heavenly Master...

I don’t know what this thing is, but it has such a strong restriction that even the old master has to be restrained.

By the way, if I can ascend to heaven in the future, should I leave one for Wudang?