The Wudang Junior Master

Chapter 216 Return to Wudang, See Master Again

call out--

The plane flew across the blue sky and landed on the land of Jingchu.

After leaving Longhu Mountain, Zhang Wuling went straight to Wudang without stopping.

With the old Taoist priest's promise, Zhang Wuling couldn't wait to take the magic weapon and kill the six demon kings.

Of course, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Zhang Wuling knew that it would be very difficult to get anything from his master Zhou Meng.

He is now worried that if the treasures of his own sect also have the same restrictions as the Tianshi Mansion, such as no one but the head master can use them, then he will be in trouble.

But it's normal to think about it. The magic weapon left by the ancestors is definitely not ordinary. It would be too funny if anyone could use it.

This is as outrageous as an ordinary person entering an airport and driving away a fighter jet.

High-end products naturally have a threshold. If everyone can cross this threshold, then this thing is a mass product.

With the strength of the six demon kings, ordinary magic weapons are useless. Even if they use high-end products, there may be limitations and they cannot be used.

This is really a case of being stuck in two directions.

But it’s understandable that he can’t use the things from the Tianshi Mansion. But for his own things, the restrictions shouldn’t be so strict, right?

Returning to Wudang again and looking at everything familiar, Zhang Wuling felt somewhat emotional.

Carrying my backpack, I went up the mountain with ease. After entering the mountain gate, I met an acquaintance soon.

"Junior Master? You're back!"

Looking at the two disciples running towards him, Zhang Wuling showed a friendly smile on his face.

"Mad, Busheng, how are you guys doing lately? Have you been practicing well?"

Ma De's surprise was undisguised, "Master Junior, we practice hard every day!"

"That's good. Don't neglect your studies."

"By the way, Junior Master, are you returning to your master's sect this time?"

"Uh, no, I just came back to see the master for something."

"Oh... then, Junior Master, when will you come back?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? I just came down the mountain. I'll be back when I've had enough fun."

"I really envy my junior uncle, who can go down the mountain and play..."

"Get out." Zhang Wuling carried forward the tradition of his master and kicked Ma De on the butt.

We chatted and laughed with Ma De and the others along the way, and soon we reached the top of the mountain and saw Taoist Master Yunlong teaching his disciples to practice martial arts.

"Senior Brother Yunlong!"

Taoist Master Yunlong, who was strictly teaching his disciples to practice martial arts, heard a familiar voice and quickly turned his head, then saw the smiling young man in the sunlight.

"Junior brother?!"

Taoist Master Yunlong was extremely surprised. He left his disciples behind and hurried to Zhang Wuling.

"You...why are you back?"

Zhang Wuling asked, "I need your help with something, Master. Is he free?"

"Yes, I will take you to find him." said Taoist Yunlong.

"I'll go by myself. Brother, you still have to teach your disciples."

"Well, it's okay. They've been practicing for quite a while, so just give them a break."

"I haven't seen you for a long time. You seem to be much kinder now."

"That's right, when have I ever been unkind?"

"When you draw Wang Ye?"

"Uh... that doesn't count. That kid deserves a beating!"

"Hahaha!"

So, Taoist Yunlong took over the baton from Ma De and others and accompanied Zhang Wuling to find Zhou Meng.

To be honest, everyone actually misses the days when Zhang Wuling was in the mountains.

Although the Taoist is practicing seclusion, the days without Zhang Wuling are really dull.

Even though Zhang Wuling was always making a lot of noise in the mountains, it was really lively at that time.

But once Zhang Wuling left, all the fun was gone and all that was left was hard training.

On the way, Zhang Wuling also asked Taoist Yunlong about some recent situations, such as how his fellow disciples were doing in martial arts, how his master's health was, etc.

Among them, Tu Junfang was mentioned. According to Taoist Master Yunlong, he seemed to have started practicing the Three Corpses recently.

It seems that I have been learning from Senior Wu Daosheng recently.

Of course, I don’t know what I’m going to learn, and it’s not appropriate to ask too much about this kind of thing.

All we can say is that Tu Junfang was lucky. Wu Daosheng was of the same generation as their master Guo Xiu, but they did not have the same master.

As for his strength, Zhang Wuling was not sure, but he heard that he was very strong, no worse than their master Guo Xiu.

Putting aside other things, it would be easy to capture Tu Junfang, there would be no problem at all.

Who would have thought that the former Quan Xing demon has now become a practicing hermit on Mount Wudang.

They walked and talked until they arrived outside the quiet room where Zhou Meng usually stayed.

The door was open, and the two of them saw Zhou Meng sitting on a chair and fiddling with his cell phone.

"Master, look who's back!" Taoist Yunlong shouted.

Zhou Meng raised his head, glanced at someone coming in from outside, and snorted coldly: "Shout, shout, shout, what are you shouting for? I knew this brat was coming back."

"Master, how are you these days?"

Zhang Wuling smiled and strode to Zhou Meng, took off the backpack behind him, and took out a bunch of snacks from it.

"Look, I brought you some delicious food."

Zhou Meng's eyes fell on the pile of snacks and he curled his lips: "Can you have some self-awareness, kid? You've been kicked out of Wudang, and you still dare to call me Master?"

"What you said means that even if you are no longer in Wudang, you are still my master!" Zhang Wuling said.

Taoist Master Yunlong chimed in, "That's right, Master. Look how filial your junior brother is. He came to see you as soon as he got back."

"Filial piety? Filial piety!" Zhou Meng spat, "This kid just got into trouble and came back to take away the family's wealth!"

"Huh?" Zhang Wuling was surprised. "Master, how do you know why I came back?"

"How do I know? Of course the old Taoist priest told me!"

"Ahem, that's not surprising."

As for the old Taoist priest, everyone knows that he has a big mouth, so it is normal for something to leak out from him.

Zhou Meng picked up a bag of potato chips from the table, tore it open, and said to Taoist Yunlong, "Alright, go do your thing and stop standing here."

Taoist Master Yunlong knew that the two of them must have something to discuss, so he nodded and said, "Okay, Master, Junior Brother, I'll be leaving first."

"Thank you for your hard work, brother."

"It's okay, just have a good chat with the master and don't make him angry." Taoist Yunlong gave a look.

Although he didn't know why Zhang Wuling came back, he thought it wouldn't be a big problem as long as he didn't make his master angry.

Snap, snap—

After Taoist Yunlong left, Zhou Meng took two bites of potato chips before saying, "You came back to get the treasure, right?"

"Yes." Zhang Wuling nodded.

"To deal with those six demon kings?"

"Yes."

"Did you suffer at their hands?"

"No, how could I possibly suffer a loss? Who told you that?"

"Old Heavenly Master, he said you were beaten by six demon kings and cried for your parents, hugged his thighs and cried bitterly, saying that you would die without the treasure..."

Zhang Wuling was stunned. He never expected that the old Taoist priest would slander his image in such a way.

This is outrageous!