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Chapter Seventy-Four: Poor Teachers Produce Bad Disciples

Two days later, in the inner courtyard of Maoshan, an old-fashioned huanghuali wood Taishi chair was placed in front of the palace. There were people sitting in rows around the atrium with various Taoist crowns on their heads and wearing various Taoist robes. They all looked solemn and solemn, looking like immortals.

Bones, looking at each other from time to time.

The Dharma conference has not yet begun, and Taoist friends who know each other will still exchange pleasantries with each other.

Huang De'an led Li Dafa to the atrium. He was wearing a patchwork Taoist robe. Li Dafa's somewhat submissive image was particularly eye-catching among the crowd, causing everyone to talk about it.

"Chengzhi, why is he here?" At this time, an old man sitting at the front of the row wearing a purple Taoist robe and an original crown on his head winked at an old man named Zhang Chengzhi sitting on his left who was also wearing the same clothes.

The old man named Zhang Chengzhi was glaring at Huang De'an angrily, and angrily slapped his right hand on the desk: "Huh! Shameless!"

Seeing their furious looks, everyone's eyes were once again drawn to Huang De'an. He flicked the chair with his right hand and sat down leisurely.

"Master, why do they look at us so strangely?" Li Dafa was frightened by everyone's gaze and asked in a low voice.

"Hey, what else is there? They are all jealous of the master's handsomeness!" Huang De'an joked easily and comfortably. His cynical attitude immediately made the old guys sitting in the front row even more angry.

"Huang De'an, you traitor! You came back with such shame!" At this time, a veteran named Lu Feisheng who was sitting at the front of the line on the other side stood up.

As soon as the traitor came out, some young disciples who didn't understand the situation immediately went into an uproar.

"Hey~ did you hear that? He is the traitor Huang De'an?!"

"Who am I to say dares to wear a yellow robe? You must know that only a few people in the world dare to wear a yellow robe. It symbolizes the cultivation of the heavenly master! Since he is a traitor, it is not surprising.

It’s reasonable to be a little crazy!”

"It doesn't seem to be the case. It is said that he was also the chief disciple of the inner sect back then. He was expelled from the sect because he fell in love with a demon. However, his cultivation back then was the peak of a real person. It should not be surprising that he has broken through to the heavenly master in these years. It is said that in order to

After getting rid of the monster around him, the sect dispatched many elite disciples to pursue him, but in the end only a few of them returned."

"Yes, it seems that Uncle Zhang Chengzhi's direct disciple died in that battle."



The people below were talking a lot, but Huang De'an seemed not to hear Lu Feisheng's words. He calmly picked up the teapot on the table, slowly and leisurely brewed a cup of tea, put it in front of his nose, squinted his eyes and took a gentle sniff.

Then drink it slowly.

"Hey~ the camellia from Maoshan is the best in the world, good tea! Good tea!" Huang De'an slowly put down the teacup in his hand, smacking his lips as if he was savoring the taste of Maoshan tea.

"Huang De'an! Are you deaf? Your ears can't function after all these years since you've been down the mountain?!" Lu Feisheng asked with a livid face as if he had been humiliated.

"Hey~ How come there is such a strong barking sound on this Maoshan Mountain, Dafa, do you hear it?" Huang De'an said and turned his head towards Li Dafa.

Li Dafa looked awkward and was completely stunned by Huang De'an's operation. Judging from his many years of experience in selling insurance, it was obvious that the master had failed in Maoshan and was strongly ostracized, and maybe more!

Li Dafa didn't know how to answer it, so he responded awkwardly: "Ah?"

"Huang De'an!" At this time, Lu Feisheng's patience was worn out, and he started to come over to settle the score with Huang De'an.

"Feisheng!" At this moment, a deep voice came from the back hall. Upon hearing this voice, the noisy crowd instantly became silent, and everyone's expressions became solemn again.

Less than half a minute later, an old man with a black crown on his head and a yellow robe walked out of the back hall. Everyone bowed and saluted: "See the leader!".

Only Huang De'an was silent. At this moment, everyone noticed this from the corner of their eyes, and some people began to feel angry at Huang De'an's behavior.

"Brother head, Huang De'an..." Lu Feisheng wanted the head Zhong Wusheng to make the decision for him.

Zhong Wusheng gently raised his hand to signal him to stop talking, and then he turned his gaze to Huang De'an: "De'an, you are still here. It seems that you still have Maoshan in your heart. That's enough! That's enough!"

"Is the leader an old fool? Why does he seem so happy to see this traitor come back?" Zhang Chengzhi looked dumbly at the old man who had just spoken to him.

The old man was Ji Wushuang, the second elder of Maoshan. He was very surprised when he heard what the head brother said: "Have you forgotten the war that led to the decline of the sect?"

He gave Zhang Chengzhi a confused look in return, and then observed the development of the situation.

"Okay, I know that everyone has a lot of ideas, but this moment is not the other moment, everyone must regard peace as the most important thing!" Zhong Wusheng came up with a very far-fetched statement, but it was obviously not enough to suppress the public anger, especially the old man

The eyes of a generation of people almost felt as if golden light was piercing Huang De'an to death.

"Today is the Maoshan Selection Conference. Now that De'an is here, everyone has a chance to resolve conflicts. If the successors can defeat De'an's apprentice in the ring in the next competition, then let's talk about punishing him. If not,

If you are better than his disciple, I will be the master of the family and the past will be cleared up! How about it?" Zhong Wusheng was keenly aware of the eyes of everyone and said this again.

Having said this, it was hard for the elders to express any complaints they had, so they could only reluctantly respond: "Yes!"

Immediately everyone sat down, and the fifth elder Shi Changxin stood up, holding a microphone and said: "The law is natural, the power of magic is weak, and there are only five heavenly masters in Liuhe. In order to promote the resurgence of magic, Maoshan, Longhu, Laoshan, and Emei

,Shaolin

, Kunlun, Kongtong, Tianshan... and other sects have agreed to hold another Taoist meeting in the Jade Emperor Temple on the top of Mount Tai on the fifteenth day of this month. The disciples of the Maoshan sect are now encouraged to burn incense and worship in front of the Sanmao Zhenjun Hall, and then move to Tai Chi.

The square is officially selected!”

The ceremony was in full swing on top of Maoshan Mountain. A pink Maserati parked at the door of Maokeng Hotel at the foot of Maoshan Mountain. Song Yuling drove up and down by herself. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses, with her slender figure and fair skin. It looked like

Passers-by looked sideways.

Immediately, a young man got out of the car and was covered in dirt. He was wearing... a shroud...

"Eat some food here first, and I'll buy you some clothes!" Song Yuling closed the car door and walked over, looking at Tang Huazang with burning eyes.

Looking at her cautious expression, Tang Huazang felt a little sad and at the same time warm in his heart. He nodded silently, and then the two of them entered the restaurant. After Tang Huazang sat down, Song Yuling left the restaurant.

Tang Huazang looked around and found that this restaurant actually had no menu and no one greeted him. He couldn't help but become curious, and then he shouted twice at the top of his voice, but no one answered.

Just when he wanted to get up and change stores, he thought of waiting for Song Yuling, so he sat back. Out of boredom, he let out his consciousness and looked around, wondering why this store was so strange.

When his consciousness came to the kitchen, he couldn't help but frown: "I'll go, isn't there someone here? Wait, what are you doing? You are actually playing King of Glory, and you have been shouting for so long, but she ignored me?"

Thinking of this, he suddenly withdrew his consciousness and wanted to go into the kitchen to argue with her. At this time, a voluptuous and beautiful woman wearing a red cheongsam opened the curtain and walked out of the kitchen.

"Hey, today's guests are wearing very unique clothes!" The woman opened her mouth and pointed at Tang Hua's alternative clothes intentionally or unintentionally.

Tang Huazang looked at the woman in front of him. She looked like she was in her thirties, and her figure was set off by a cheongsam. Her body exuded a feminine beauty that could make all living beings fall in love.

Tang Huazang was a little stunned by the sudden encounter, but the landlady was not angry because she could see that the young man in front of her had pure eyes and had no inappropriate thoughts. Moreover, judging from the intensity of his consciousness just now, his cultivation should be pretty good.

.

"Brother!" The landlady waved her hand in front of Tang Huazang's eyes.

Only then did Tang Huazang come back to his senses: "Oh~ I'm sorry, boss lady, my dress is a bit rude for some reason, but I'm very hungry now, can you please make something to eat?"

"Wait!" After saying that, the landlady gave Tang Huazang the mobile phone that was still playing the game of Honor of Kings and motioned to continue playing for her.

Tang Huazang was even more confused: "You don't even ask me what I eat? And you ask me to play games for her. What kind of trick is this?"

The proprietress ignored him, opened the curtain and walked into the kitchen, and then a message came from inside: "Brother, you have to fight hard. If you cheat your teammates, my sister will be sad!"

Tang Huazang then remembered the game in his hand, found a table, sat down, and began to concentrate on cleaning up the mess.

After a while, Song Yuling came back wearing a suit and looked at Tang Huazang who was playing the game: "Are you... still in the mood to play this?"

Tang Huazang raised his head with a wry smile and was about to speak, when the landlady came out with two bowls of noodles: "Hey, my little girlfriend is back, let me see the results of the battle?" She took them back after saying that.

cell phone.

Seeing the five kills she just got, the boss's eyes widened and she was about to jump with excitement.

"Wow, little brother, you are so awesome. You have to teach me how to play games. I have been cheated after playing for two months. If you can't do it, you must teach me!" The boss's wife looked a little excited...

The two of them had a bowl of noodles and left Tang Huazang's WeChat account to pay the bill. In fact, it was not that they had no money, but the landlady said that the price of the bowl of noodles was Tang Huazang's WeChat contact information. In desperation, the two had no choice but to accept the landlady's insistence.

It’s a terrible way to ask for an account.

After leaving the Maokeng Hotel, the two of them stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards Maoshan Juechen...

"Finally, it's time for the competition. I'll go up and challenge Huang De'an's apprentice later to see how good he is!"

"Tch, I think you want to step on that unlucky pair of masters and apprentices to get to the top. Everyone knows that a poor master can't teach a good apprentice!"
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