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Wang Xianzhi shrugged: "I'll go there sooner or later anyway."

Tushan Yaya opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't.

On second thought, yes, the other party is a human being, and he will eventually return to his world. It is just a matter of time.

She just felt depressed, as if something was blocking her heart.

At night, on the back mountain of Tushan.

Wang Xianzhi was lying on a patch of grass, looking up at the starry sky, holding a grass stem in his mouth, and swinging his legs boredly.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard behind me.

"Hmph! You seem quite leisurely!" Tushan Yaya's voice came, a little drunken.

Wang Xianzhi turned his head and saw Tushan Yaya carrying her wine gourd, her cheeks slightly red, her eyes a little blurry, obviously she had drunk a lot.

"Hey, Sister Yaya, are you drinking to drown your sorrows?" Wang Xianzhi said with a smile.

Tushan Yaya plopped down next to him, smashed the wine gourd to the ground, and demanded, "Why did you agree to leave me? Tushan... Is there nothing in Tushan worth your nostalgia?!"

Wang Xianzhi glanced at her and didn't answer. Instead, he picked up the wine gourd, tilted his head back and took a big gulp.

"Hey! That's my wine!" Tushan Yaya was so angry that she reached out to grab it.

Wang Xianzhi dodged to the side and said with a smile, "I'm leaving tomorrow anyway, so just consider this a farewell bar."

Tushan Yaya bit her lip and suddenly punched him: "Asshole!"

Wang Xianzhi was prepared and dodged it easily, but Tushan Yaya was relentless and threw another punch.

The two of them played and fought on the grass at the back of the mountain until finally Tushan Yaya stopped panting with red eyes.

"You...you really want to leave?" she asked in a low voice.

Wang Xianzhi was silent for a while before he said softly, "Yeah."

Tushan Yaya turned her head away and said sullenly, "Whatever you want!"

Wang Xianzhi looked at her and suddenly smiled: "Sister Yaya, the place I'm going to is not very far, Wudang is right next to Tushan.

If you miss me, you can come and see me secretly anytime."

Yes, Wudang is right next to Tushan, you can go there anytime.

It's just a matter of walking a little further.

But at least you can't show too happy on the surface.

Tushan Yaya snorted: "Who cares!"

But the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

The morning mist enveloped Tushan, and the dew on the mountain had not yet dissipated, but Tushan Honghong and Wang Xianzhi set out on the road to Wudang.

Wang Xianzhi followed Tushan Honghong, looking back in the direction of Tushan from time to time, feeling a little complicated.

Although I say it doesn't matter, I still feel a little reluctant to leave the place where I have lived for six years.

It’s not that I can’t bear to leave the place where I live, but I can’t bear to leave the fine wine and... hehehe.

"Why, do you regret it?" Tushan Honghong asked without turning her head.

"No." Wang Xianzhi retracted his gaze and shook his head. "I'm just a little curious about what Wudang is like."

Tushan Honghong didn't say much, but just said lightly: "You'll know when you get there."

The two of them walked in silence all the way through the mountains and forests, crossed the streams, and finally arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

From a distance, Wang Xianzhi saw a white-haired old man standing in front of the mountain gate. His Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and his temperament was extraordinary.

"Master Zhang." Tushan Honghong nodded slightly.

"Miss Honghong." Zhang Fuyao bowed with a smile.

Tushan Honghong nodded, then stepped aside to let Wang Xianzhi pass. "I've brought the people here. I'll trouble Master Zhang from now on."

Zhang Fuyao's gaze fell on Wang Xianzhi, with a flicker of admiration in his eyes: "He has good roots and is a good candidate."

To be honest, Wang Xianzhi himself didn't expect that he would actually join the sect founded by his disciple.

Wang Xianzhi felt a little uncomfortable for a moment, but he still bowed politely and said, "Greetings, Master Zhang."

"Okay, okay." Zhang Fuyao stroked his beard with satisfaction. "Don't worry, Miss Honghong. I'll leave this child to me."

Tushan Honghong nodded, turned around and left without any extra greetings.

Wang Xianzhi looked at her departing back and suddenly felt a little empty in his heart.

"Why, you can't bear to leave?" Zhang Fuyao asked with a smile.

Wang Xianzhi retracted his gaze and shook his head: "No."

"Let's go, I'll take you up the mountain."

The road to Wudang Mountain is not steep, but rather flat and wide, with towering ancient trees on both sides and occasional bird calls.

It's definitely much better than the last time I came.

Zhang Fuyao introduced as he walked: "Since the founding of the Wudang Sect, we have always adhered to the principle of 'Tao follows nature'. Therefore, there are not many rules, but those that should be followed must still be observed."

Wang Xianzhi listened as he took in the surrounding scenery. Compared to his last quick visit, Wudang Mountain was now even more tranquil, with clouds and mist swirling around the mountain, resembling a fairyland.

"The rules of Wudang are very simple," Zhang Fuyao continued. "Daily morning exercises, cultivation, self-cultivation, no fighting, no competition, just letting nature take its course."

Wang Xianzhi was a little surprised: "Is it that simple?"

The last time he came to Wudang, he didn't have a deep understanding of how Wudang operated.

"It's that simple." Zhang Fuyao smiled. "The master leads you to the door, but the practice is up to you. Wudang won't force its disciples to do anything, but how much you can learn depends on yourself."

Wang Xianzhi nodded thoughtfully.

The two walked through the martial arts field, where several disciples were practicing sword skills. The sword light was like water and their movements were smooth and flowing.

Further ahead, there are quaint attics scattered among the mountains.

"These are Wudang's library and meditation rooms. If you are interested, you can go in and take a look at any time." Zhang Fuyao pointed to one of the attics.

Chapter 41: Staying in Wudang

Wang Xianzhi nodded.

Apart from anything else, the library is definitely the most attractive thing for Wang Xianzhi.

After all, he has the gift of remembering immortals at a glance, and he strengthens his foundation by integrating hundreds of martial arts.

And you don’t have to worry about biting off more than you can chew.

Soon, Zhang Fuyao brought Wang Xianzhi to a courtyard.

The yard is not big, but very exquisite, with blue bricks and black tiles. There is also an old pine tree in the yard and a stone table under the tree.

"This is your residence." Zhang Fuyao pushed open the gate. "Wudang has a small population and a large space, so every disciple can be assigned a separate courtyard."

Wang Xianzhi's eyes widened: "I live alone?"

"Yes." Zhang Fuyao nodded, "But you have to do the daily cleaning yourself. Wudang doesn't support idle people."

When he was in Tushan, he could only live in a thatched hut in a side room. How could he have received such treatment?

"Starting tomorrow, you will join the other disciples in morning exercises." Zhang Fuyao stood at the gate and warned, "Remember, the path of cultivation is long, so don't be impatient."

"Yes, Master!" Wang Xianzhi nodded solemnly.

Zhang Fuyao smiled with satisfaction, then turned and left.

As night fell, Wang Xianzhi lay on the stone table in the yard, looking up at the starry sky.

The nights in Wudang were much quieter than those in Tushan. There was no noise from the fox demons, only the rustling of the wind through the pine trees.

He recalled everything that happened today and it felt like a dream.

"Wudang...interesting." He muttered to himself.

There is no forced practice, no fighting or competing, and one can even live in his own yard.

This was completely different from the sect he had imagined.

Of course, one of the reasons for this is that Wudang has been in seclusion for many years, and there is a lack of young disciples.

"But this is also good." He stretched, jumped off the stone table, and prepared to go back to the house to sleep.

Just then, a slight noise suddenly came from outside the courtyard wall.

Wang Xianzhi's ears moved and he looked vigilantly in the direction of the sound.

"Who?"

"Shh—keep your voice down!" a familiar voice came.

Wang Xianzhi was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened: "Sister Yaya?!"

Tushan Yaya poked her head out from the top of the wall and made a face at him: "How about it, are you surprised?"

Wang Xianzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why are you here?"

"Of course I came to see you!" Tushan Yaya jumped over the wall into the yard and dusted herself off. "How are you? Are you used to living in Wudang?"

Wang Xianzhi looked at her and suddenly felt warm in his heart: "Not bad, much quieter than Tushan."

"Tsk, what's so good about being quiet." Tushan Yaya curled her lips, then took out a wine gourd from behind her back, "Here, I brought this especially for you."

Wang Xianzhi took the wine gourd and said with a smile, "Are you worried that I'll get bored here?"

"Who cares if you're bored!" Tushan Yaya snorted, "I'm just worried you'll forget what Tushan's wine tastes like!"

Wang Xianzhi laughed heartily, tilted his head back and took a sip, then wiped his mouth: "Don't worry, I won't forget it."

The fiery liquor slid down his throat, and the familiar taste made him squint his eyes: "Tushan's liquor is indeed strong."

Under the moonlight, Tushan Yaya's gaze unconsciously fell on Wang Xianzhi's profile.

The crying baby six years ago has now grown into a handsome young man.

There was less childishness and more determination between his eyebrows, and the faintly visible muscle lines on his neck and arms showed the results of years of training.

"What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?" Wang Xianzhi suddenly turned his head and met Tushan Yaya's gaze, which she couldn't retract in time.

"Who, who is looking at you!" Tushan Yaya turned her face away in panic, and the tips of her ears trembled unconsciously.

"I was wondering...are you comfortable living in this shabby place?"

Wang Xianzhi looked around. The pine trees in the courtyard rustled in the night breeze, and the outlines of the distant mountains were faintly visible in the moonlight. "It's quite nice. Much quieter than Tushan. But..."

He paused. "I'm a little uncomfortable with no one pulling my ears."

"You!" Tushan Yaya was about to hit him, but her hand, raised in the air, turned into a gesture to grab the wine gourd, "Stop being so self-indulgent!"

The two of them drank wine in the moonlight and talked about what they had seen and heard in the past few days.

"By the way, did Old Man Zhang really let you live alone in such a big yard?" Tushan Yaya looked around with an incredible tone.

"You don't even have a proper room in Tushan."

Look, is this human language?

You also know that I don’t even have a proper room in Tushan!!!

Wang Xianzhi shrugged. "Wudang has a small population and a large land area. But..."

He lowered his voice and said, "I suspect they deliberately placed me here. This courtyard is the farthest from the main peak, and there are not many people around."

Tushan Yaya suddenly leaned in close, her alcoholic breath spraying on Wang Xianzhi's face: "Then do you want me to accompany you at night in the future?"

Wang Xianzhi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Sister Yaya, are you reluctant to leave me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tushan Yaya punched him on the shoulder with the same force as before.

"I'm afraid you'll go crazy from being bored alone!"

As the two laughed and joked, neither of them noticed that on the distant hilltop, a red figure was quietly watching everything.

Under the pine trees on the top of the mountain, Tushan Honghong in her red dress is particularly eye-catching in the moonlight.

Her golden eyes stared at the two people laughing in the courtyard in the distance, her face expressionless.