"Yes!" Zhang Yange nodded.

He took a deep breath, not knowing if this was Lao Zhang's last test, or if it was real.

But Zhang Yange has to follow his heart.

There is no place to stay here, there is a place to stay!

Don't leave the master everywhere, the master goes to the Ming Sect!

"I look down on him!" Zhang Yange said in a deep voice.

Zhang Sanfeng raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

He died for his righteousness, leaving his master, wife and children behind. He is righteous, but what about those who are alive?

You have lost a child! Zhang Wuji is young and sluggish! I'm afraid Yu Sanxia has been blaming himself all the time!

All this is just for the so-called righteous anger?

The big husband has something to do and something not to do! He Zhang Cuishan really wants to protect Xie Xun, he is really guilty of Yu Sanxia. Then make up for it with action, what's the use of dying!

If he doesn't want to tell the world about Xie Xun's whereabouts, is Wudang unable to protect him, or are you unable to protect him?

He was ashamed of Yu Sanxia, so he thought to make up for it. ”

"Enough!" Zhang Sanfeng said angrily.

Zhang Yange resolutely shut up.

Lao Hu almost covered his mouth just now, and Pang Yue really felt that he was not worthy of such a little ancestor.

Zhou Zhi was so anxious that she cried.

"You've made up your mind." Zhang Sanfeng asked.

"Hmm!"

"No regrets?" Lao Zhang asked again.

"Regret, but there are things that must be persevered."

Lao Zhang looked at him for a long time, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

"Apprentice, give you a day to catch up. Roll back to Wudang Mountain tomorrow. Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile, "Zhou girl, let's go back to the mountain." ”

"Thank you, master!" Zhang Yange saluted.

Lao Zhang took Zhou Zhiruo to the mountain, Zhang Yange turned his head to Lao Hu and said, "After thinking about it for a while, the Emei faction still counts." ”

Now Zhang Yange says that he is the four kings of Mingjiao, and Lao Hu believes in it.

"You kid is really powerful, won't you be Zhang Baxia in the future?"

"This name is too earthy, you can call me Uncle Wudang." Zhang Yange said with a smile.

"Alas, who is your little uncle!" Lao Hu said angrily.

Pang Yue saw the first person who could make Lao Hu deflated, and felt that his little ancestor was really extraordinary.

They chatted for a while, and Lao Hu was worried that Zhang Sanfeng would not like it again, so he urged him to go up the mountain quickly.

"Are you the head altar of the Hui Ming Sect?" Zhang Yange asked.

"Nope! Guo Dashuai is in Haozhou City, and we are going to go to him. Lao Hu smiled and said, "Next time we meet, let's kill the Tartars together." ”

"Hmm." Zhang Yange nodded. "Remember those three names."

"Got it." Old Hu said with a smile. "Are we friends?"

"Yes!" Zhang Yange replied without hesitation.

Lao Hu suddenly smiled.

The three of them spent the night at the bottom of the mountain, and the next day Zhang Yange went to Wudang, and Lao Hu and the two went to Haozhou, and along the way Lao Hu sang his favorite country slang song.

Watching them walk away, Zhang Yange turned around and went up the mountain.

The road up the mountain was rough, but he was very steady on his feet.

Finally he arrived at the majestic Wudang!

The two little Taoist boys under the mountain gate asked, "But Uncle Zhang?" ”

Look!

Uncle Wudang, what a great name.

"I'm Zhang Yange."

"The boss has us waiting for you here." The two little Taoist children are Song Yuanqiao's registered disciples.

Two little Taoist boys took him into Wudang Mountain, and before he arrived at the Sanqing Palace, there was a person waiting at the door.

I saw that the man was tall and burly, with a beard.

"You are the master's new little eight." He looked Zhang Yange up and down. "Oh, I used to be the master's favorite, but now I was snatched away by your kid."

"In the past, the master's favorite should be the fifth senior brother." Zhang Yange said in his heart.

The person who came was none other than the Seven Heroes Mosheng Valley.

Mo Qi's excitement began when Zhang Cuishan returned for ten years, and he had a conversation with the three major darts heads.

Facing the three major darts on Wudang Mountain, he was always the first to speak.

"Don't say that my fifth brother hasn't returned to the mountain at the moment, or he has returned to Wudang, it's just this sentence. Mo and Zhang Cuishan live and die together, and his business is my business.

The three of them are indiscriminate, and they are going to slander my fifth brother for harming the Longmen Dart Bureau.

Good! All of this can be regarded as Mo Mou's doing. The three of them want to avenge the Longmen Dart Bureau, although they greet Mo.

My fifth brother is not here, Mosheng Valley is Zhang Cuishan, and Zhang Cuishan is Mosheng Valley. To tell you honestly, Mo's martial arts and resourcefulness are far inferior to my fifth brother, and you have found me, so you are not bad luck. ”

On the top of the light, Song Qingshu wanted to make a move on the seriously injured Zhang Wuji, but the five heroes had different remarks, only Mo Qi.

"Fame is something outside the body, but it is difficult to have a good conscience when dealing with a seriously injured teenager like this."

But such a heroic man finally died at the hands of Chen Youliang, which is really regrettable.

Mo Qihaha, who was pierced in the heart, laughed, but he was not angry at all.

"The master said you were a monkey, you are really! Let's go, the master is waiting for us in the True Martial Palace. ”

The two Xiaodao boys saluted, and then handed Zhang Yange to Mo Shenggu.

When he arrived at the Sanqing Palace, Zhang Sanfeng was still wearing that robe.

There were four people standing beside him, and a teenager at the bottom.

Lao Zhang's side is naturally Song Da, Yu Er, Zhang Si, Green, no! Yin Lao Liu.

The next boy is naturally Song Qingshu.

As soon as Zhang Yange stepped into the hall, he was enveloped by everyone's eyes.

He was not in a hurry, and he saluted Zhang Sanfeng without humility or arrogance, "Meet Master, meet all senior brothers." ”

"This is the new disciple of the teacher, your little junior brother." Zhang Sanfeng said proudly to everyone, "Wait for your third senior brother, I will introduce you one by one when he arrives." ”

After a while, a Taoist boy came pushing a wooden wheelchair.

There was a thin man sitting in a wheelchair, and Yu Daiyan was also happy from the bottom of his heart when he heard that the master had accepted a new disciple.

He has become a wasted person, and it is too late for him to be happy to be able to inherit the mantle of the master with multiple disciples, and to honor the master.

Zhang Yange also looked at Yu Daiyan.

His eyes were calm, as if he were looking at a normal person.

This kind of look...

Yu Daiyan hasn't been seen since his limbs were broken.

Since he broke his limbs and became a waste, he rarely appeared in everyone's field of vision, he didn't tell anyone, and a large part of it was that he couldn't stand the eyes of others.

Master's eyes of pity!

The sympathetic eyes of the brothers and sisters!

The pitiful eyes of those Taoist boys!

Yes, he Yu Sanxia was actually pitied by Dao Tong.

Now it was the first time he had seen such calm eyes.

Yu Daiyan gave Zhang Yange a smile.

Zhang Sanfeng opened his mouth and said, "This is your senior brother Song Yuanqiao. I have been in retreat all year round, and he is in charge of the world. ”

Song Da was a little fat at this time, but his elegant temperament was very obvious.

"Big brother." Zhang Yange saluted.

"Little junior brother." Song Yuanqiao said with a smile.

He naturally didn't dare to object to the master's sudden acceptance of a disciple, but if he wanted him to recognize, Zhang Yange had to have some skills.

"This is your second senior brother. Yu Lianzhou! ”

Yu Er's face was serious and solemn, and in the entire sect, everyone was most afraid of him.

"Second Senior Brother."

"Little junior brother." He still gave a smile to the little junior brother he saw for the first time.