So Zhang Huban was expressionless, and said coldly: "Poor Dao Wudang Zhang Huban, come to the Heavenly Dao Secret Place." ”

If Wudang hadn't been a cultivator like Zhang Sanfeng, it is estimated that no one would remember Wudang, and as for Wudang's upper and lower disciples, none of them were outstanding. Zhang Sanfeng ran around for the sake of his four disciples hundreds of years ago, and he didn't come to Heaven to explore the secrets. Zhang Huban, a small Wudang disciple, and the cultivation of the late stage of brewing Dan that did not enter the stream, had such an indifferent and arrogant attitude towards Guiwei's Kunlun disciple, which made the two Kunlun Taoist priests very dissatisfied.

With a cold "snort", the Taoist priest on the left pointed to the west and said nothing. Zhang Huban didn't ask, and walked straight away.

In Kunlun Wonderland, only people above the realm of distraction are allowed to fly in Kunlun Mountain, and people below the distraction can only use slow flying techniques, which Zhang Huban has long heard Zhang Sanfeng mention, when he heard Zhang Sanfeng say this, Zhang Huban did not feel that there was anything wrong, but when he saw the mountains of Kunlun Wonderland, he knew how domineering this regulation was. Although he was very annoyed by the Kunlun faction's regulations, Zhang Huban was helpless, after all, he was the boss of the cultivation realm. But he didn't dare to cast spatial magic in this place, for fear of arousing the Kunlun faction's awareness and attention.

Since it was Saturday anyway, there was time, so Zhang Huban chose the most primitive way of walking. Kunlun Wonderland is worthy of being the most prestigious cave blessed land, the mountain peaks and woods flicker with treasure light from time to time, colorful mushroom, ginseng, and zhuguo can be seen everywhere, but some of the medicinal materials that have been aged have a layer of fine brilliance on them, which is clearly blessed by some forbidden formations, in case birds and beasts and others pick. The scenery in the mountains is also infinitely beautiful, the green mountains are verdant, the silver mountains are towering, the cliffs are steep, the waterfalls are splashing, and the ice and snow on the mountains reflect the infinite beauty of the colorful colors in the sunlight from time to time. From time to time on the road, I saw the fairy wind bones in the air, and the masters above the distraction period stood on top of the flying sword, flying to the west leisurely and elegantly, and the gorgeous sword light crossed the sky for a long time, which always caused a burst of envy from some people who were flying slowly in the air, this is the difference in strength, the gap in identity.

From time to time, there are masters above the Yuan Infant Stage in the air, which caused a deep shock in Zhang Huban's heart, it turns out that there are so many masters in this world, and he is really sitting in a well and watching the sky. At the same time, he also felt a great burden on his shoulders, the Wudang faction was founded by Zhang Sanfeng, it can be said that it took him a lot of effort, and he solemnly handed over Wudang to Zhang Huban before breaking the void, so Wudang is definitely very important to Zhang Hu.

Although he knew that Wudang belonged to the second- and third-rate sects in the Xiuzhen sect, the powerful power of Wudang in the secular world after entering the WTO almost made Zhang Huban begin to have an illusion that Wudang was very powerful. But what he saw and heard today gave Zhang Huban a slap in the face, even the little mountain guarding disciple of the Kunlun faction was stronger than the second master of Wudang, Withered Leaf. It turned out that Wudang was so weak that even Wudang, who left Zhang Sanfeng, was nothing in the Xiuzhen sect.

However, Zhang Huban was not discouraged, on the contrary, these masters, the strength of the Kunlun faction, and the arrogance of the gatekeepers all deeply aroused the fighting spirit and arrogance hidden in Zhang Huban's heart.

"Since Master can enter the Tao from martial arts and start Wudang from scratch, then I can carry Wudang forward and let Wudang one day be as proud as the Kunlun faction in the entire cultivation world. Zhang Huban's face was resolute, and his eyes revealed a determined look.

However, Zhang Huban knew that it would not be easy for him to lead a group of Wudang disciples who were still struggling in Jindan Avenue and even in the Qi Realm to enter the first-class sect with only one who could barely be regarded as a master. Easier said than done, the chances are almost zero. However, Zhang Huban is a person who will never give up when he sees the goal, and it is precisely because Zhang Huban has a firm will and perseverance that he became a master of the Yuan infant period at the age of 100, otherwise even if he is talented, it is impossible to have today's achievements without hard work.

After making up his mind to carry forward the great Wudang, Zhang Huban was no longer in the mood to enjoy the scenery along the way, and when he was about to use his flying technique to rush to the "Heavenly Dao Exploration" place to learn about some alchemy as soon as possible, a strong aroma of mellow wine wafted in the wind. This is the "monkey wine" that Zhang Sanfeng likes to drink, which makes Zhang Huban wonder if there are still people in Kunlun Wonderland who are as leisurely as himself, and even take a break to drink.

Walking through a cluster of jungles, I came to a relatively open flat land with the aroma of wine. A sloppy Taoist priest is leisurely drinking alone, plump and burly, turtle-shaped crane bones, big ears and round eyes, beard like a halberd, and his appearance is very similar to Zhang Sanfeng, even the drinking demeanor is so similar, one hand grasps the greasy chicken leg, and tears the chicken leg while drinking. His beard was stained with alcohol and grease, but he ignored it, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his coat once in a while.

What a familiar scene, a sense of intimacy arose, looking at the sloppy Taoist priest's eyes full of admiration, and his footsteps moved uncontrollably towards the Taoist priest who was gulping down.

"Kid, you are also a good drinker! The sloppy Taoist priest's voice was like a bell, and he raised his hand and threw the wine bottle in his hand to Zhang Huban. I don't care if people care about the greasy grip on the bottle and the saliva left by the mouth of the bottle.

"Thank you, senior!" Zhang Huban took the gourd wine bottle casually, and did not look at the greasy place at the wine bottle, nor did he wipe the sloppy saliva on the mouth of the wine bottle. Raising his head and pouring wine into his mouth, a familiar mellow taste filled the entire mouth, and a familiar warm current surged up from the dantian.

The sloppy Taoist priest praised Zhang Huban's unruly behavior. It is rare to meet a cultivator who is good at drinking, and he does not care about his sloppiness, and the sloppy Taoist priest looked at Zhang Hu's eyes full of good feelings. casually threw the chicken leg that he had bitten in his hand to Zhang Huban again, and said, "Haha, how can good wine be without vegetables, little brother, let's have some chicken thighs cooked by myself." ”

If another person throws the bitten chicken leg to Zhang Huban casually, it is estimated that Zhang Huban will not vomit, and it is estimated that he will not be able to avoid it. However, everything that the sloppy Taoist priest did in front of him looked so kind, and he took the chicken leg again casually, and said with a smile: "Thank you!", and he bit it down without looking at it.

The sloppy Taoist priest's eyes were even more appreciative, and the more he looked at Zhang Lake, the more pleasing it became. I secretly thought in my heart: "His grandmother's, why is there no one like the young man in front of him among those turtle grandchildren in his sect." You see how good this young man is, he likes to drink, and his grandmother's posture is exactly the same as that of the old way, and you see that even the action of biting the chicken leg is so consistent, unlike those turtle grandsons who have no conscience, when they want to learn the skills of the old way, the ancestors and ancestors are called, and they are usually afraid to avoid it, and when they want to drink, they run like rabbits. ”

The sloppy Taoist priest secretly cheered for Zhang Huban, and his heart was full of good feelings for Zhang Huban, and his eyes looked at Zhang Huban like a pervert looking at a beautiful woman.

"Yes, young man, my old way of roasting chicken thighs has a history of 2,000 years, you are really blessed!" said the sloppy Taoist priest smugly.

This is also called chicken legs, it is estimated that even the chicken legs in the small restaurant will be burned better than this, my God, he also said that he has two thousand years of barbecue experience! Zhang Huban's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and he secretly complained in his heart, seeing the old Taoist priest staring at himself with a nervous face, if he spit out the chicken in his mouth, it was estimated that it would hurt his heart. A person who is so similar to Zhang Sanfeng in all aspects, Zhang Huban can't do anything to make the old man sad, and he reluctantly swallows the chicken in his mouth.

Seeing Zhang Huban swallowing the chicken, the Taoist priest laughed happily, patted Zhang Huban's shoulder happily with his grease-stained hand and said, "You will be my brother in the future, if anyone bullies you in the future, just open your mouth, and my brother will help you get angry." Hey, brother, don't stop, drink wine and eat meat!"

It's okay to drink, but if you want Zhang Huban to eat the chicken leg in your hand, even if the sloppy Taoist priest looks like Zhang Sanfeng, it will be difficult to obey his fate, of course, if it is Zhang Sanfeng, it must be another matter. However, after all, this Taoist priest made Zhang Huban feel good because of Zhang Sanfeng, and even had a faint trace of respect. So after Zhang Huban drank a few sips of wine, he didn't bite the chicken leg in his hand, but said: "Senior, the chicken leg is so small, how can two people be enough, or senior, you eat first, the little one will also have a few cooking skills, why don't I also cook a few dishes and serve wine to the senior." ”

Hearing that Zhang Huban could also cook, the sloppy Taoist priest's eyes suddenly lit up, snatched the chicken leg and wine jug in Zhang Huban's hand, and urged Zhang Huban to prepare quickly. Looking at the back of Zhang Huban's departure, the sloppy Taoist priest even claimed that he was good, and once again praised Zhang Huban without hesitation: "Look, how considerate this little brother is, he is afraid that I won't have enough to eat, so he saves me chicken legs, and cooks dishes for me personally, which is like those boys in the sect." ”

In a fairyland like Kunlun, of course, some mountain delicacies and game are indispensable. Soon Zhang Huban caught a white snowcock and picked some mushrooms. Although Zhang Sanfeng is gone, these useless pots and bowls Zhang Huban has been reluctant to discard them, and they are still in the Qiankun ring, of course, those seasonings are also a lot of bottles. Looking at Zhang Huban's skillful killing and plucking, the Taoist priest had a burst of appreciation in his eyes, and said secretly: "This kid really knows how to cook, and his level of killing and plucking is as perfect as fire, which is comparable to me, a veteran who has two thousand years of experience in killing chickens and plucking feathers." ”

When Zhang Huban took out pots, plates, bowls, and all kinds of spice bottles from the Qiankun ring like magic, the surprise in the eyes of the sloppy Taoist priest became more and more intense, and his face was full of curiosity and excitement.

(To be continued)