Chapter 32 Ordinary Man, Zhang Zhiwei

Author: Li Ju Yu Wu Zhi

Chapter 32 Ordinary Man, Zhang Zhiwei

Longhu Mountain.

The stars flow above the sea of ​​clouds.

An ancestral temple stands on the top of the mountain.

The ancestral hall is open on both sides, with the mountains at its back. Candlelights flicker in the hall, and more than sixty spiritual tablets are neatly arranged on the wooden table.

The four sides of the spirit tablet were carved with dragons and tigers. The night wind blew, but it did not extinguish the candles burning next to the spirit tablet. It seemed that there was some kind of formation protecting them.

Zhang Zhiwei walked to the top of the mountain and stood beside the ancestral hall with his hands behind his hands, looking at the brightly lit town below.

"Master, today I met a very interesting junior."

"It's exactly the same as when I was there."

"Same handsome." The candle in front of Zhang Qingjing's spiritual tablet went out.

Zhang Zhiwei lit his golden fingers on the candlestick, and the candle lit up again.

"Master, don't make trouble."

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the sky.

"He is equally strong, unrivaled among his peers."

"My personality is just as crazy as mine at that time, and you dared to fight me at a young age."

"His technique does not belong to any sect in this world, and it is very close to the taboo that our Celestial Master Dao has always guarded."

"What's troublesome is that you have a descendant, Zhang Chulan, do you know? Huaiyi's grandson, he is also exploring the secret."

"Back then you passed on the title of Heavenly Master to me."

"During that war-torn year, I was responsible for the teachings and techniques passed down by my ancestors. I could only watch helplessly on the mountain as a group of senior brothers, junior brothers, and uncles died for the country."

"To this day, I am the only disciple of my generation who is given the surname Zhang."

"Junior Brother Tian has not closed his eyes for more than twenty years, and I don't know the reason why."

"Sometimes, those who survive are often more painful than those who die..."

Zhang Zhiwei's white hair fluttered in the wind as if blending with the candlelight, and his whole body ignited with golden light, lighting up the night sky of Longhu Mountain.

"I didn't use Tianshidu to ban that child."

"He is not my disciple of Longhu Mountain, and he seems to have no restraint. I also hope that he can live like this casually in his life."

"Maybe I'll be able to see you soon."

"Just let me be willful this time."

"If you don't want to be the best, you are just an ordinary person, Zhang Zhiwei."

Imperial Prefecture.

Yan Se's coughs sounded intermittently in the dark night.

There was still a light on in Taoyuan's room.

He Mingchi placed the medicine pot on the stove in the pharmacy. He pinched his nose and took a look inside.

"Li Qingshan has already taken this medicine. Although it is a chronic poison, his soul will return to Haotian in a short time. Even if the cause of death is found out, it can only be caused by qi and blood attacking the heart and illness caused by long-term overwork."

"Now only Yan Se is left, and it looks like he won't live long, but it's better to die quickly."

"If Yan Se also dies, no one will be able to defend the Suzaku Divine Formation of the Tang Kingdom. The people believe in Haotian, and it will only be a matter of time before the Tang Kingdom is destroyed."

He Mingchi poured the soup from the medicine pot into the bowl. The dark brown liquid gave off a pungent and unpleasant smell.

Carrying the bowl of medicinal solution, he walked lightly to the door of Yan Se's room.

"Uncle, it's time to drink medicine." He Mingchi whispered respectfully.

"Come in." Yan Se's weak voice came from inside the house, and a smile appeared on the corner of He Mingchi's mouth.

He Mingchi opened the door and put the medicine on the table in front of the bed, then hurried to Yan Se's side and helped him up from the bed.

Yan Se glanced at He Mingchi who lowered his eyebrows respectfully.

"Mingchi, I've worked hard on you during this time."

"Whatever my uncle said, these are all Mingchi's business. I only hope that you and the master can get well soon, and Mingchi can rest assured."

Yan Se nodded, and He Mingchi took the bowl of medicine.

Yan Se took the medicine bowl but didn't take it for a long time.

"Uncle, are you still missing Senior Brother Han?" He Mingchi asked.

"Sigh... I don't know why, I always feel that he hasn't..." Yan Se didn't finish.

"If Senior Brother Han is fine, he definitely doesn't want to see his uncle ruining himself like this." He Mingchi hurriedly answered.

Yan Se nodded when he heard this, then raised the bowl to drink.

Suddenly there was a violent thunder in the sky.

Yan Se and He Mingchi were so startled that they looked out the window. Against the backdrop of the clouds in the dark night in the distance, a white light on the ground was like a wave of waves, moving from far to near, and instantly poured into the Taoyuan where they were.

The infinite white light illuminates the entire Taoyuan.

Yan Se looked blankly at the white light in the courtyard, and at the figure in the white light. His throat was so choked that he couldn't make a sound. He could only tremble and move forward uncontrollably, trying to see more clearly.

The figure in the white light looked up at the sky, then raised his hand, and two rays of light shot out.

One line penetrated into Yan Se's eyebrows.

One pierced through He Mingchi's chest.

The white light disappeared without warning.

The courtyard fell into darkness, and only the sound of wind and rain could be heard.

Yan Se suddenly came to his senses and rushed out the door with unsteady steps.

There was a strong wind blowing in the courtyard, the rain was pouring down, and the terrifying momentum in the sky dissipated.

"Ye'er!"

A woman ran out of the next room and grabbed Yan Se, who was screaming in the rain.

"Come back quickly. If you get caught in the rain, your illness will become worse." The woman advised her in the wind and rain.

"I saw my apprentice, and it's true this time! Ye'er is really not dead, my Ye'er is really not dead!" Yan Se danced in the wind and rain, crying and laughing at the same time.

The woman stood next to him, looking at Yan Se with tears in her eyes.

She stepped forward lightly and took Yan Se's hand.

"Okay, he's not dead. Let's go back to the house first, okay?"

Yan Se gradually regained his senses in the low temperature of the rain. He took the woman's hand and entered the house.

He Mingchi's body, which had not yet closed its eyes, was lying on the ground, with a bloody hole in his chest and the look of horror still on his face.

"Yan Se!" The woman was shocked when she saw this.

Yan Se grabbed the woman's hand and told her to relax.

"I know you don't believe Ye'er is back, but this time it's true, but why?" Yan Se came to He Mingchi's body and muttered to himself.

The woman came to Yan Se's bed, picked up the medicine bowl that had been spilled on the bed, put it to the tip of her nose and smelled it.

"The rare chronic poison comes from Xiling." The woman put the bowl on the table and saw Yan Se looking at her with an incomprehensible look.

"I am the master of the Red Sleeve Move. There are so many people coming and going in the world. If I can't even recognize this poison, how come the Red Sleeve Move has been allowed to go smoothly in my Tang country for so many years?"

"In that case, you didn't get sick just now?" the woman asked with some uncertainty.

Yan Se seemed to come to life at this moment. He quickly walked up to the woman and grabbed her hands.

"It's true, Ye'er came back and left a technique in my mind."

Han Ye returned to the dormitory in Longhu Mountain and punched the bed, causing the wooden bed to shatter instantly.

"Master, how did it become like this!"

Han Ye had just returned to Jiangye and saw Yan Se, who looked dozens of years older.

At that moment, Han Ye felt as if his heart had been stabbed hard by a dagger.

"What else happened during the time when I was not here?"

"No, we must quickly solve the problem of locking the Heavenly Dao of the Night World to ourselves."

Han Ye raised his hand, and a halo of light appeared in his palm.

The Master was suspended in the air above the Imperial Prefect's Mansion, surrounded by the wind and rain, and he looked down at the white light disappearing in the courtyard.

"Han Ye, the power of the human world has penetrated into your body. I just hope you can understand it as soon as possible and don't be in such a mess when you come back next time."

Heavenly Master:

The well-deserved number one among the younger generation of that era

Arrogant and arrogant

But also because of his unparalleled talent

Undertaken the lifelong responsibility of guarding Longhu Mountain and the forbidden mystery of immortality, and a lifetime of loneliness

I admit that he is an old man who has lived for more than a hundred years, has achieved both life and death, and is highly respected.

But I believe that deep down in his heart, his younger self is still alive

At least before Tianshidu passes on and dies

Heavenly Master would like to see a "Zhang Zhiwei" who is not bound and lives as he pleases

A Zhang Zhiwei who will not become the Heavenly Master
Chapter completed!