The Wudang Junior Master

Chapter 38 The Beginning of the Story

Wudang Mountain, Tianyi Lake.

Two figures flew across the lake, like thunder and lightning, fighting fiercely.

"Here comes the sword!"

Zhang Wuling shouted loudly and pointed his right sword.

A sword beam shot out from underwater and pierced Guo Xiu's back at an extremely fast speed.

Guo Xiu shouted, "You little bastard, how insidious!"

Guo Xiu stepped on the water with his toes, turned around with the sword in his hand and slashed with it. The sword energy came out and knocked the incoming sword away.

Tatata!

Water splashed, Zhang Wuling stepped on the water and flew up, grabbed the long sword, turned around and stabbed it out.

The fairy guides the way!

The sword was as fast as a rainbow piercing the sun. By the time the eyes caught it, it was already too late.

Fortunately, Guo Xiu was very strong. He exerted force from his feet and pushed his body to the side to dodge.

But the sword still just grazed his cheek.

On the horizontal bridge not far away, Tu Junfang and Wang Ye were peeling peanuts and watching a show.

"This sword is so fast. No matter how you look at it, it's hard to dodge." Wang Ye said.

Tu Junfang chewed some peanuts and said, "Your junior uncle's skills have improved again. Now he can spar with Taoist Master Guo with ease."

Wang Ye spread his hands and said, "There's nothing I can do. Junior Master is a genius after all. Mortals like us can't compare to him."

Tu Junfang didn't respond, but just glanced at the guy.

In his opinion, although Wang Ye's talent is not as good as Zhang Wuling's, it is also very high.

At least among the younger generation, he is definitely one of the best.

Wudang really seems to be on the verge of flourishing, with geniuses emerging one after another.

"By the way, Brother Tu, I heard you were from Quanxing before?" Wang Ye suddenly asked, "Are there any powerful masters in Quanxing?"

Tu Junfang replied, "As for the masters, there aren't many. Quan Xing isn't what it used to be. Some of the older masters were almost killed by the Wuling boy in Tianjin. The rest of them basically don't show up anymore."

Wang was also curious: "Brother Tu, why did you join Quanxing back then?"

Tu Junfang said calmly, "Nothing, I just joined Quan Xing for convenience for one thing. Humph, come to think of it, not all those who joined Quan Xing are bastards."

Although Quanxing has a bad reputation, most of the people in it are troublemakers.

But there are also people like Ding Shimaan, who do nothing bad at all, have their own persistence, and only choose to join Quan Xing for some purpose.

"Is that so..." Wang Ye thought thoughtfully.

"Stopped."

On the lake, Zhang Wuling put away his sword and said with a smile, "Master, I'm hungry. How about we stop here today?"

Guo Xiu looked at his disciple, exhaled, and said, "Very good. I have nothing more to teach you about your Dan sword. From today on, you can become a disciple."

Zhang Wuling smiled and said, "It's all thanks to Master's good teaching."

This was not flattery. Only he knew how dedicated Guo Xiu had been in the past few years.

Compared to when he was eighteen years old, his strength has now reached a whole new level.

Tai Chi, Dan Jian, Fenghou Qimen... no matter which one, they are all unique skills and top methods of the world.

The most important thing is that these three are not separate, but can complement each other.

If you improve in one skill, the other skills will also improve.

The reason is very simple, because it is not the martial arts that have become stronger, but Zhang Wuling who has mastered these martial arts has become stronger.

Hearing his disciple's words, Guo Xiu smiled with relief: "Okay, the future depends on you. Go ahead and meet your master later."

"Yes, Master."

Guo Xiu sheathed his sword, smiled with satisfaction, used his lightness skills to fly away on the wind, and disappeared into the Nanyan Palace on the mountain.

Zhang Wuling bowed and saw his master off, and only after he could no longer see his master did he tread water to reach the bridge.

"Come on, Wang Ye, let's go eat some chicken. Brother Tu, would you like to join us?"

Tu Junfang shook his head: "Forget it, I'm not used to playing with your young people's things. I'm going to go see how my herbs are drying."

After the show, Tu Junfang didn't hang out with the two of them and left alone.

After arriving in Wudang, with Zhou Meng's permission, Tu Junfang built a simple thatched cottage on Dongshendao to live in.

When he has nothing to do, he deals with herbs or something. When he has time, he comes up the mountain. No one knows what he does. He is a bit like a mysterious dragon that can't be seen from head to tail.

Of course, Zhang Wuling didn't ask much. He only knew what Tu Junfang's purpose was, but he didn't know the details.

By the way, does Wudang have a way to deal with the Three Corpses? Why haven’t I heard of it?

But if there is, it is not surprising. After all, Taoist skills are vast, and Wudang is a big sect, so it is possible that there is some inheritance.

Wang Ye looked at Zhang Wuling walking towards him and putting his arm around his shoulder, and suddenly felt helpless. It was not for anything else, but because being with him was really stressful.

After several years of growth, Zhang Wuling is now over 1.9 meters tall. Although Wang Ye is not short either, he is still shorter than him.

Uncomfortable.......

"Hey, little uncle, didn't the master just say that the grand master was looking for you?"

"Oh." Zhang Wuling waved his hand. "No hurry. If there was something really important, Master would have bombarded me with messages long ago." Zhang Wuling took out his cell phone from his pocket and pointed.

Ever since Zhou Meng learned how to use a mobile phone, in addition to chatting with the old master and old friends, he would sometimes send messages to his disciples.

Especially when there is something important, the news basically comes in a series.

Wang Ye looked at the phone in Zhang Wuling's hand and felt that it made sense, so he felt relieved.

"Junior Master, are we going to play with the gang later?"

"Go! We're finally out, we have to have fun!"

"Should we call Lingyu Zhenren and the others?"

"I absolutely must! Last time, this guy actually dared to snipe me with an 8x scope. I must avenge him!"

"Uh... Junior Master, that happened so long ago."

"No matter what, if I don't get this face back, I'll be ridiculed to death by Zhang Lingyu's grandson in the future."

While chatting with Wang Ye, Zhang Wuling opened his mobile phone and checked his unread messages.

[Feng Baobao]: Big brother, I recently received a new slave, named Zhang Chulan. I will bring him to meet you someday (pig head)

[Xia He]: Junior, do you think my new stockings are good looking? Do you prefer suspenders or knee-high socks? (Image x10)

[Xiao Zizai]: I've been very lucky recently. I had a good meal. I wanted to go see you, but I couldn't get a day off (fist bow)

[Zhang Lingyu]: My thunder technique has improved recently, how about you? (grin)

[Older sister]: Brother, I transferred 2 million to your card, remember to spend it (love)

.........

Looking at each message, Zhang Wuling's expression varied.

However, Feng Baobao has already taken Zhang Chulan in as a slave? If so, the gears of fate are about to start turning.

If we calculate the time, the Luotian Grand Ceremony is about to begin?

Ahem, also, there are too many pictures of my senior sister. Why did she buy so many stockings? They are boring.

(Manual save)

Brother Xiao seems to be living a good life recently. After leaving Shaolin, his life has visibly improved.

Why is my sister sending me money again? I haven’t spent a penny of the two million from last month.

Zhang Wuling read and replied to messages while deliberately forgetting someone.

After all, I am not familiar with her, really not familiar with her!