The old naughty boy Zhou Botong stood on a green tree with his hands behind his hands and looked down the mountain. Looking around the mountains, he saw that the birds that came and went every day seemed to have some kind of agreement, and they all nested in the bird's nest and could not bear to leave. This discovery made the old naughty boy
I couldn't help but frown secretly and thought to myself: "How could Zhongnan Mountain be so quiet today?"
"Counting the days, the Nalaoshizi Conference held by Jinlun Dharma King will be held in these few days. Has it already started?"
Thinking of the danger that Dongzhang might face, the old naughty boy could no longer sit still. He turned over and jumped down from the top of a tree more than ten meters high. During this period, his left and right feet connected with the trunk of the tree to relieve the force, and he was as nimble as an ape.
In general, with such strong and vigorous skills, it is impossible to tell that this is an old man of about eighty or ninety years old.
Finally, he landed lightly on the ground full of dead branches. His body swayed, and just as he was about to run down the mountain, a "kacha" sound came from behind him. It was the sound of dead branches being trampled by someone, and the old naughty boy suddenly appeared.
After a while, I heard a cry.
"Uncle Master, where are you going?"
The old naughty boy turned his head and looked back, and saw Lu Guzhan, who was wearing a clean Taoist robe and walking slowly with his feet on dead branches and rotten leaves. There seemed to be a trace of doubt on his face.
Subconsciously scratching his scalp, the old naughty boy laughed and said, "I see that Zhongnan Mountain is very quiet today. I wonder if something happened."
Arriving in front of the old naughty boy, Lu Guzhan's eyes drifted towards the deep mountain road, and he said slowly and unhurriedly: "Do you want to go down the mountain?"
"Well, I don't know why, I always feel a little uneasy." Faced with this Quanzhen junior, the old naughty boy rarely showed a patient side. It was because he was so good and the best candidate to inherit the mantle of his senior brother Wang Chongyang.
, his martial arts talent is extremely good, and the old naughty boy is willing to teach all his skills to others, which can be said to be a joy to see.
What's more, both of them are Wang Chongyang's fans. Although they are very different in age, they can talk about many topics and have highly similar opinions. Especially when it comes to Wang Chongyang, the two can chat.
If you work together day and night, you will naturally regard each other as a close friend.
Hearing this, Lu Guzhan raised his brows slightly and said: "Master, uncle, you don't have to go down the mountain. The disciple just came from the mountain this morning. On the way, he saw that the Mongolian Jinlun Imperial Master was still recruiting troops in the villa. Maybe
Are you still waiting for the big shot to arrive? Look at the battles, it will be three or two days before the conference starts, and there is no excitement to see."
After getting along for a long time, Lu Guzhan gradually figured out the nature of this great uncle. He was the kind of naughty kid who liked to join in the fun and was afraid that the world would be in chaos.
And this morning he did go down the mountain to investigate, and naturally he saw the truth. Seeing the man appear, Lu Guzhan couldn't help but breathe quickly, which was caused by the pressure.
After taking a deep look at the man, Lu Guzhan resolutely turned around and went up the mountain. After that, he stayed close to the old naughty boy. When he saw that he was making any changes, he immediately called Zhou Botong.
Yes, he lied. The war at Nas Mountain Villa was already in full swing. He had seen this with his own eyes, but why should he stop the old naughty boy from showing up at Nas Mountain Villa?
Why he did this and what his purpose was, no one knows.
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After hearing this, the old naughty boy first frowned, then showed a bitter face, spread his hands and said: "Oh! It's boring! It's really boring! A fight would be too much for my mother-in-law! That great monk is also a coward! Fighting such a stinky Dongzhang!
Do you still need to bother like this?!"
As he spoke, he couldn't stop kicking his feet here and there, as if to vent his anger, like a child who can't get his beloved toy.
Lu Guzhan, who was opposite him, was dumbfounded for a while: "Isn't my uncle a good friend of that person... Why does it seem like he still vaguely hopes that the war will start soon?"
After quietly watching the old naughty boy venting his anger, Lu Guzhan saw the old naughty boy suddenly stopped and started to walk down the mountain. He couldn't help but be surprised: "Uncle Master, what are you doing?"
"It doesn't matter that it hasn't started yet. I'm getting bored here in the mountains. I'll go and see the excitement." The old naughty boy didn't even look back and walked straight away with an annoyance.
This made Lu Guzhan secretly anxious. If Master Shishu was allowed to go down the mountain, Dongzhang would be very powerful. This was something he didn't want to see. In a hurry, he blurted out: "Mastershu, this disciple has encountered some obstacles in his practice.
If there are many things that I don’t understand, I should go to my uncle to clarify my doubts!”
As soon as the words came out, Lu Guzhan was also a little uneasy. He didn't know if he could keep the old naughty boy, so he could only do his best and obey fate.
But the old naughty boy Zhou Botong, who was always fearless, was actually stopped by his words. He was stunned on the spot for a moment, followed like a puppet, and slowly turned his head to look at Lu Guzhan who looked expectant.
He said in a voice: "Can I explain it to you another day?"
There was actually a hint of pleading in the words. This boy was the Quanzhen Sect’s last hope. Whether he could recreate Wang Chongyang’s demeanor and make his senior brother’s Quanzhen Sect the best in the world again, we all relied on him.
If you can't perfect your innate skills, the old naughty boy will naturally attach great importance to him and truly treat him as your own grandson.
Glancing at the old naughty boy with an almost pleading look, Lu Guzhan shook his head calmly: "Uncle Master, the skill you taught your disciple should be the unique innate skill of the ancestors of the Chongyang Festival in the past, right?"
His heart skipped a beat, and the old naughty boy was surprised as to why the other party knew this. He had never mentioned this to Lu Guzhan.
Of course, this was Lu Guzhan's own guess. He was not stupid, he was even very smart. He guessed the rough idea by making some insinuations, and then he had a good idea. In addition, the old naughty boy was used to being careless, and he didn't know what to say.
If you tell anyone about anything, it will inevitably leak out. Lu Guzhan can naturally confirm this matter, it is not difficult for him.
Walking back with a wry smile, the old naughty boy couldn't help but look at the calm-looking Lu Guzhan and said, "How do you know?"
This statement obviously admitted that Lu Guzhan's guess was true, and the latter smiled slightly: "This kung fu is profound, profound, and obscure. As soon as the disciples guess it, they will know that it must be the unique innate skill of the Chongyang ancestor."
Lu Guzhan gave Wang Chongyang a small compliment at the right moment, causing the latter to stroke his beard and burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, you have a good vision, yes, this skill is my senior brother's unique innate skill."
After laughing for a while, the old naughty boy's face suddenly fell down again, and he said bitterly: "Then can I explain it to you later? I'll go down the mountain and take a look."
Lu Guzhan, who had figured out his temperament, was also very resolute and shook his head: "Uncle Master, you also said that this is the unique skill of the Chongyang ancestors. It is not necessary for the disciples to tell how difficult it is to practice. A magical skill like this
, if there is even the slightest mistake in cultivation, my uncle must know the consequences better than anyone else."
Scratching his hair irritably, the old naughty boy stared: "Do you have to practice today?"
"Yes, the disciples can't help but follow in the footsteps of their ancestors and don't want to stop for a moment."
"You..." Faced with the unreliable Lu Guzhan, the old naughty boy had to lose in the end. He was still afraid that he would practice the wrong technique, lose his energy, go crazy, and fall short.
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After staring at the former fiercely for a moment, the old naughty boy stamped his feet as if in annoyance, and then shouted: "Come on! I'm not going!"
After saying that, he stomped back as if he was letting off steam, until he stepped on the dead branches all over the ground making a rattling sound. This was because he was really angry, but he had no choice but to do anything.
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After walking a few steps, he saw that Lu Guzhan was still standing there. The old naughty boy turned his head with a red face and a thick neck, and shouted: "What are you still doing!? Keep up!"
"Okay~"
Lu Guzhan smiled apologetically and followed up with the huffing old naughty boy. As he walked, he turned back to look at the deep corridor at the foot of the mountain, with an obscure smile on his face: "Ha..."