The Wudang Junior Master

The old Taoist priest left.

Zhang Wuling was the only one left in the room, copying books.

These books don't look like ancient books. The pages are quite new, so they should be new copies.

The contents of the books were not very long, and Zhang Wuling read, copied, and understood them at the same time, so his speed was not slow.

What's more, some key knowledge has already been taught by the old master, so it seems that there is nothing he doesn't understand.

The sky outside the window gradually turns blue, dusk passes, and night falls.

The lights were on in the room. Zhang Wuling rubbed his hands, took a look, and found that there was still one book left.

At the speed of his hands, he can finish copying all of them tonight.

But Zhang Wuling stopped, sat on the chair, and suddenly closed his eyes.

After a while, he took out the first book and started reading from the beginning.

Zhang Qianhe sat outside the door drinking tea, very calmly, without any impatience.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but suddenly a fire appeared in the distance, and there was a faint noisy sound.

Zhang Qianhe put down the teacup, walked to the gate, looked into the distance, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Someone is causing trouble...

He could already hear the shouts of the disciples from the Tianshi Mansion, who seemed to be gathering and running in a certain direction.

Zhang Qianhe stared at the fire quietly, then turned around and closed the door, with no intention of going out to deal with it.

Drink tea, drink tea.

"It's so lively tonight." Zhang Qianhe leaned back in his chair, feeling relaxed and at ease.

After a while, the tightly closed palace door creaked open.

Zhang Wuling walked out with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, with a faint smile on his face.

Zhang Qianhe turned around and asked, "Have you finished copying?"

"No."

"Then why did you come out?"

"Because I was copying and realized I had memorized everything, and I had basically mastered about 70%, so I became too lazy to copy it anymore, because it was all in my head."

Zhang Wuling smiled, handed a few books in his hand to Zhang Qianhe, and said, "Please help me deal with this, Senior Brother."

Zhang Qianhe was stunned. Although he didn't know what his master had taught Zhang Wuling, he remembered it all so quickly?

I took a few books and took a look, only to find out that they were related to prohibitions.

"Did you really remember everything?"

"Yeah." Zhang Wuling nodded. "As long as I go back and think about it, it should be about the same."

Seeing this, Zhang Qianhe didn't say anything. He put a few books aside and said, "Okay."

Zhang Wuling turned his head to look outside and said, "It's so lively, Senior Brother, why don't you go out and take a look?"

Zhang Qianhe shook his head: "No, I'm too old to move. Besides, they are just a few petty thieves. My fellow apprentices are enough for me."

Zhang Wuling glanced at the hall and nodded, "I see. I'll take my leave then."

"Walk slowly."

After going out of the gate, Zhang Wuling immediately used his skills to land on the top of a hall.

Looking from a high place, you can see that many people are making trouble everywhere, and the disciples of Tianshi Mansion are fighting with others.

Moreover, people from the company also showed up, and it was chaos everywhere.

The whole thing is causing trouble...

Zhang Wuling wanted to find Feng Baobao and the others, but suddenly remembered something, changed direction and ran to the other end.

But before he had gone far, a dark shadow flashed out from the side.

Zhang Wuling ducked to avoid it, then landed on one foot and stopped in an aisle.

"come out."

Three figures walked out of the darkness. Zhang Wuling took a quick look and found that two of them were familiar and one was considered an acquaintance.

"Xia Liuqing, Ding Shimaan... and a foreigner."

Zhang Wuling slowly said, "Why, are you guys here to cause trouble too?"

Xia Liuqing said, "We're not planning on causing any trouble. We're just here to catch up with you on someone's request."

"I'm here to fight you." Ding Shimaan said honestly.

Another foreigner, dressed in camouflage, said with a smile, "I heard you're very good. Fighting with masters will keep people entertained."

"you are?"

"Barron Grylls."

Zhang Wuling nodded and said to Ding Shiman, "Brother, let's fight another day. I'm not in the mood to waste time with you right now. It would be best if the three of you get out of the way."

Ding Shimaan looked at Zhang Wuling. He could sense that the aura of the other party was gradually becoming dangerous.

It was obvious that what he said just now was not a joke, and this guy seemed to have something important to do.

Although he had promised someone to help stop Zhang Wuling, at this moment, his intuition told him that it would be better not to do so.

Ding Shimaan was silent for a moment, then spread his hands and walked aside: "Alright, remember your agreement."

Beside him, Xia Liuqing's eyes widened instantly. "Hey, Ding Shiman, you promised... ahem, you can't go back on your word."

Ding Shimaan shrugged and said, "I'm not going back on my word. I'm here, but I'm busy today. I'm here to fight, not to mess around with you. If you want to fight, do it yourself. Don't worry, I'll build you a good tombstone when I get back."

Xia Liuqing choked and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Are you kidding? He's going up?

He hasn't gotten the golden phoenix yet, but it's not the time for him to get tired of living and seek death.

If there were three of them together, he would dare to try to deal with it, but now that Ding Shimaan refused to do it, he couldn't guarantee that Zhang Wuling would not beat him to death.

"Ouch!" Xia Liuqing suddenly clutched his waist, sweating profusely. "My lumbar disc herniation has recurred. As we age, our bodies just don't work anymore. There's nothing I can do about it. There's nothing I can do about it."

So, Barron was left standing there dumbfounded. "Hey, Xia, Ding, what are you guys doing..."

"I don't want to fight."

"Low back pain."

The two of them replied, then looked at Barron and said in unison, "How about you go up?"

Barron looked at the two of them speechlessly, then turned his head, solemnly took a stance, and looked at Zhang Wuling opposite him.

What Ding Shimaan can feel, he can naturally feel as well.

Murderous aura...The murderous aura on the young Taoist priest opposite is getting stronger and stronger.

This is indeed a master, we must be careful——

Bang!

boom! ! !

Dust and smoke rose in the distance, Barron disappeared, and no one knew where Zhang Wuling had gone.

"Ahem." Xia Liuqing fanned himself and looked around. "Gone?"

Ding Shimaan nodded: "Probably."

"Let's go and see what's happening to that ghost guy. Don't let him get beaten to death."

The two men came to the pile of rocks, found Barron from inside, and dragged him out.

Barron's eyes were rolled back, his camouflage uniform was torn, there was a dent the size of a bowl on his chest, and blood was flowing from all his orifices.

"Hiss, there's still a breath." Xia Liuqing said.

Ding Shimaan checked and said, "With such serious injuries, it will be difficult to save him."

"That's right." Xia Liuqing agreed. "Alas, it's all my fault. Another life was lost for nothing."

Ding Shimaan said, "Luckily, we didn't do anything just now. That guy didn't seem to be in the mood to joke with us today."

"Well, forget about that. Take this guy with you and let's find a good feng shui spot to bury him. Longhu Mountain has beautiful scenery, so it's not a bad place to bury him."

"Okay, come on."

"Fuck, how old am I, and you want me to carry it? Ding Shiman, do you know how to respect the elderly and love the young?"

"I respect the old, you love the young, let's carry it together."

"...You're such a ruthless kid!"

Xia Liuqing and Ding Shiman carried the half-dead Barron away, and it seemed that they were really planning to find a place to bury him.

As for promising someone to intercept Zhang Wuling...

Well, they are here, but we didn’t stop them. Even if we don’t put in any effort, it still counts as getting the job done, right?

I work as a full-time worker and get no salary, not even a few hundred yuan a month. What's the point of working so hard?