Wudang Mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng and the little guy, the old and the young, said happily and peacefully.

Yin Susu said a sentence or two from time to time on the side, which made Zhang Sanfeng and the little guy laugh louder.

As soon as Zhang Cuishan came back, he rushed over and knelt directly in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

"Master!"

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng hurriedly helped Zhang Cuishan up.

"Cuishan, what are you doing?"

Zhang Sanfeng didn't understand Zhang Cuishan's approach.

Zhang Cuishan cried:

"Master, Mowgli is gone!"

"What?!"

Yin Susu on the side heard the words and fainted directly.

The little guy was quick and hurriedly helped Yin Susu.

Zhang Sanfeng's performance was extremely calm, and he frowned and asked:

"Cuishan, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Mowgli is just gone, why do you say Mowgli is gone?"

After speaking, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Ye Changan again.

Ye Changan told Zhang Sanfeng what he had told Zhang Cuishan before.

After listening, Zhang Sanfeng said in a deep voice:

"Cuishan, don't worry."

"You take Su Su down first, and I'll talk to Chang'an."

Zhang Cuishan wanted to say something, but Song Yuanqiao and a few people stepped forward to pull Zhang Cuishan up from the ground.

"Fifth brother, listen to the master!"

"Fifth Brother ......"

Song Yuanqiao and others pulled Zhang Cuishan down.

Yin Susu arranged for a female disciple in the Wudang faction to take her down to rest.

After everyone left, Zhang Sanfeng sighed.

"Hey, what's going on!"

When you are a hundred years old, you should be the age of pure heart and few desires, but you will still be troubled by mundane things.

Zhang Sanfeng felt very tired.

"Don't sigh, let's go over there and talk."

Ye Changan interrupted Zhang Sanfeng, who was in a depressed mood.

"Let's go to the mountains..."

Zhang Sanfeng took Ye Changan through the road that the little guy had walked before.

The mountain road is a bluestone paved road.

A stone slab weighed hundreds of pounds, Ye Changan stepped on the stone slab, and wanted to ask Zhang Sanfeng how he got these stone slabs.

However, Ye Changan did not ask such a scenical question.

"Chang'an, about Mowgli......"

When he reached the top of the mountain, Zhang Sanfeng stopped and asked Ye Changan.

"I don't know if there is a grudge between you and King Jinlun."

"Therefore, it is not good for me to assess whether Zhang Wuji is dead or alive."

Ye Changan shook his head.

"I don't have any grudges with King Jinlun and King Ruyang."

Zhang Sanfeng said.

A few decades ago, in order to break through to the realm of land immortals, Zhang Sanfeng no longer asked about the world.

"If you really want to talk about grievances, it's also that my disciples have grievances with King Ruyang."

"Actually......"

——

Ye Changan and Zhang Sanfeng chatted on the top of Wudang Mountain for more than an hour.

When the two returned to the Taoist temple, Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu were kneeling in front of the statue of Lao Tzu in the Taoist temple.

"Master......"

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng coming back, Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu hurriedly shouted.

Zhang Cuishan said ashamedly:

"Master, disciple is sorry for you!"

After speaking, Zhang Cuishan kowtowed heavily to Zhang Sanfeng.

Yin Susu also kowtowed heavily.

"No problem."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slightly.

"Wuji's matter, I have asked Chang'an to investigate it clearly."

"Until you investigate the truth of the matter, you are not allowed to leave Wudang Mountain!"

Then, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Song Yuanqiao and said:

"Yuanqiao, you come with me."

"Yes, master."

Song Yuanqiao followed Zhang Sanfeng into the house.

Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu were still kneeling in front of the statue.

The reason why he did this was because Zhang Cuishan felt guilty.

If it weren't for him, it wouldn't be where we are today.

I won't let my master worry about his disciple when he is a hundred years old.

……

Outside the Taoist temple.

In the yard.

The little one was lying in a rocking chair, swaying in the sun.

The bright sunlight fell, sprinkled on the little one's white dress, which looked particularly dazzling.

It's as if the little one will glow.

"It's so comfortable!"

"If only there were sugar gourds......"

The little guy muttered.

Coming out of Dali, the little guy has never eaten sugar gourd again.

Daddy, mom and aunt, they're so bad!

I didn't give myself sugar gourds to eat!

Grandma Li agreed that people would eat sugar gourds, but Daddy, Mother, and Aunt Yu Yan didn't agree!

Bad apple!

At the thought of not having a sugar gourd, the little guy's originally happy little face collapsed suddenly.

It was a pleasant appearance just now, but now it has disappeared without a trace.

"Hey! Who are you?! ”

The villain was depressed, and an angry cry reached the little one's ears.

The little one, who was already unhappy, heard the sound and opened his eyes unhappily.

"Little girl! Who are you?! ”

The voice came again.

The little one looked over in passing.

I saw a little Taoist priest about the same age as himself, wearing a cyan Taoist robe and holding a silver short sword in his hand, pointing his sword at him.

The little guy asked unhappily:

"Ouch, little Taoist, who are you?"

When the little Taoist priest heard this, he said proudly:

"I am Song Qingshu, the son of Song Yuanqiao, the head of the Wudang faction!"

"Senior brother among the third-generation disciples of the Wudang Sect!"

After listening to Song Qingshu's introduction, the little guy said lightly:

"Oh."

Without waiting for Song Qingshu to react, Ye Linger lay back on the rocking chair again.

This time, the little guy directly cocked Erlang's legs, and seemed to be humming some tune in his mouth.

Song Qingshu: "??? ”

It was the first time he had ever seen someone ignore him.

I have been in Wudang Mountain for so long, who sees that I am not respectful, very polite, and very enthusiastic.

Why is this little girl different from everyone else today?

"Little girl! Why are you so rude?! ”

Song Qingshu said angrily.

The little guy ignored Song Qingshu and continued to hum a little song in his mouth.

Song Qingshu closed his mouth, wanting to hear what the rude little girl in front of him was humming, but he didn't understand a word.

"Hey! Talking to you! You're deaf! ”

Song Qingshu didn't have a good airway.

"There is no politeness to be a person, you shouldn't be a wild girl who secretly ran to my Wudang Mountain, right?"

"Well, it must be so!"

"Children who have not been educated by their parents since they were young are like you."

Song Qingshu felt that there was nothing wrong with his analysis.

Every three years, Wudang Mountain will recruit new disciples.

Many children who have no parents since childhood, and are raised by the elderly or the village, will be sent to Wudang Mountain to learn art.

Song Qingshu has seen many such children.

I don't know how to be polite, I don't know how to greet him, I don't know how to be polite to him, and I don't know how to let myself go when I compete.

Song Qingshu very much dislikes these children who are not disciplined by their parents and do not know how to "politely" do not know how to "politely".

Therefore, when Ye Linger ignored herself, she thought that the little guy was a wild child without a father's upbringing.

Song Qingshu's words stimulated the little guy.

"Huh" got up from the recliner and stood in front of Song Qingshu:

"Politeness? What is politeness? Can it be eaten as a meal? ”

"Besides, I don't know you, why should I be so polite to you?"

"And say I'm a rude child, you are!"

"Say that people are wild girls, and say that people don't have a father's education, so what about you?"

As he spoke, the little guy pushed away the short sword that Song Qingshu was pointing at him with his hand, and said angrily:

"Also, don't point your sword at me!"

"The last person who pointed his sword at me was two feet tall on the grave!"

It was the first time Song Qingshu was scolded by others, and his face instantly turned red.

The sword in his hand stabbed straight at the little guy.

"Ouch! How dare you do it! ”

The little guy stretched out two fingers and easily grabbed the tip of the sword.

"You!"

Song Qingshu saw that his sword was easily caught by the little guy, and his face showed horror.

After pulling it out several times, he couldn't pull out the sword, and Song Qingshu's sword became even more ruddy.

I don't know if I was angry, or if I was humiliated by the little guy who easily grabbed his sword.

"Cut! Brat! ”

The little guy suddenly let go, and Song Qingshu, who drew his sword hard, fell back violently, and finally fell to the ground.

Glancing at Song Qingshu who fell to the ground, the little guy turned around and returned to the recliner again.

Song Qingshu, who fell to the ground, glared at the little guy angrily, wanting to step forward to teach the little guy a lesson, but he knew that he couldn't beat it.

Suddenly!

Song Qingshu dropped the sword, said "wow", and ran away crying.

"Wow! Woooooo ”

Little Guy: "......"

"A little kid is a little kid!"

"I love to cry at every turn!"

Without Song Qingshu to disturb, the little guy continued to rest.

Song Qingshu cried and found Song Yuanqiao, who had just come out after talking to Zhang Sanfeng.

"Daddy!"

Song Qingshu hugged Song Yuanqiao's thigh.

Seeing his son like this, Song Yuanqiao hurriedly asked:

"Qingshu, what's wrong with you?"

Song Qingshu aggrievedly told what had just happened.

However, Song Qingshu did not add oil and vinegar, but told the truth as it was.

Even when he said that the little guy was a "wild girl" and "a child without a father's education", he said these kinds of words as they were.

After speaking, Song Qingshu raised his head and looked at Song Yuanqiao, and said aggrievedly:

"Dad, you can teach me a lesson about that wild girl!"

He didn't know that when he was talking about things just now, Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Sanfeng's faces sank.

"Nonsense!"

"That's how I educated you?!"

Song Yuanqiao scolded angrily.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't speak, and walked outside silently.

He will not interfere in the education of children.

Let's go see my good granddaughter.

I don't know if my good granddaughter was injured by Song Qingshu.

As soon as Zhang Sanfeng came out, he saw the little guy lying on the rocking chair sleeping comfortably, and his worries were relieved.

Of course, this is also completely his blind worry.

The little guy is in the realm of a great grandmaster, how could Song Qingshu hurt her?

It is still possible to say that the little guy hurt Song Qingshu.

Ye Changan and Ying Yue came back from shopping in Wudang Mountain and were dumbfounded when they saw the scene in the courtyard.

The little guy was lying on the recliner and falling asleep, Zhang Sanfeng held an umbrella in one hand to shade the little guy, and held a fan in the other hand and shook it gently.

"Ling'er's treatment of this girl...... Better than the emperor. ”

Huang Rong said leisurely.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

After all, even the emperor was not able to let Zhang Sanfeng hold an umbrella and shake a fan.

——

The fifth day in Wudang Mountain.

A brown eagle flew in from a distance and landed on Ye Changan's shoulder.

Ye Changan took a bamboo tube from the eagle's leg.

Inside the bamboo tube is a piece of paper.

Ye Changan opened the paper and frowned when he saw the content on it.

"Is it the news from Wang Chongyang?"

Invite Yue on the side took the eagle off Ye Changan's shoulder, held it in her arms and gently stroked the eagle's back.

"Well, I'm a little weird though."

Ye Changan moved the letter to Invite Yue to read it.

Invite Yue looked over.

After reading the contents of the letter, he wondered:

"Nothing strange, huh?"

"It's really strange, it's that the Golden Wheel Dharma King is actually as good as Longyang."

The content of the letter roughly means:

There are no abnormal people in the Golden Wheel Dharma King's National Teacher's Mansion.

If there is really an abnormality, it is that the Golden Wheel Dharma King and the younger brother of the Golden Wheel Dharma King have abnormalities.

Then, it's a description of how to be abnormal.

For example, let his two disciples kill this junior brother, and often look at the junior brother with a strange face.

In the end, Wang Chongyang's conclusion is that he suspects that the Golden Wheel Dharma King has the good of Longyang.

"What? The Golden Wheel Dharma King is as good as Longyang?! ”

Huang Rong didn't know when she came, and when she heard Ying Yue's words, she snatched the letter from Ye Changan's hand.

Huang Rong finished reading it in a moment, covered her stomach and laughed:

"I didn't expect that! The Golden Wheel Dharma King is actually as good as Longyang! ”

Perhaps because she felt that she was bored alone, Huang Rong took the letter and shouted as she ran:

"Yu Yan! Don't worry! East ......"

Ye Changan: "......"

Invitation to the Moon: "......"

After a while, Ye Changan and Ying Yue were in the front yard, and they heard the laughter of the girls in the backyard.

"Ye Lang, what is strange to you is that the Golden Wheel Dharma King has the Dragon Yang Zhi, right?"

Ying Yue asked with a wink.

After getting along with Ye Changan for so long, she understands.

"My strange point is that the Golden Wheel Dharma King is the junior brother."

"I've never heard that King Jinlun has a disciple."

"Moreover, the Golden Wheel Dharma King is practicing tantric martial arts."

"Tantric martial arts cannot be easily passed on to outsiders."

"This junior disciple of the Golden Wheel Dharma King is so young and still has hair, it is impossible for him to be a Tantric person."

Ye Changan couldn't figure it out.

After thinking about it, I still asked Zhang Sanfeng if he knew anything about Tantra.

I don't know much about Tantra, and I'm not sure what Tantra requires of disciples.

In the courtyard of the Taoist temple, Ye Changan found Zhang Sanfeng, who was playing Tai Chi with the little guy.

"Daddy!"

The little guy was the first to find Ye Changan and shouted happily.

"Daddy, has Aunt Huang become stupid?"

The little guy came to Ye Changan's side and asked in a low voice.

Ye Changan: "??? ”

"No, what's wrong?"

The little one's eyes looked left and right, and then whispered:

"Aunt Huang ran out of here just now, and she was laughing very weirdly when she ran."

"I called her several times, but she didn't answer me."

"I must have become stupid, I don't know Ling'er!"

Ye Changan: "......"

"If your Aunt Huang hears this, your ass will be beaten and bloomed."

The little guy immediately covered his buttocks, then let go of his hand, and said proudly:

"Hmph, I suddenly remembered that Aunt Huang can't beat me now."

"She can't beat my ass!"

(End of chapter)