He took a deep breath, wondering if this was Lao Zhang's final test or if he was serious.
But Zhang Yange must follow his heart.
There is no place for me to stay here, I have my own place to stay!
I don’t want to leave you everywhere, I will join the Ming Cult!
"I look down on him!" Zhang Yange said in a deep voice.
Zhang Sanfeng raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
"He died for his own loyalty, leaving his master, wife and children behind. He was loyal, but what about those who are still alive?
You feel the pain of losing your son! Zhang Wuji lost his father at a young age! I’m afraid Yu Sanxia has been blaming himself!
All this just for the sake of so-called loyalty?
There are things a man does and things he doesn't do! He, Zhang Cuishan, really wants to protect Xie Xun. He really feels guilty for Yu Sanxia. Then he should use actions to make up for it. What's the use of dying!
If he doesn't want to tell the world Xie Xun's whereabouts, is it because Wudang can't protect him, or you can't protect him?
He feels ashamed of Yu Sanxia, so he will try to make up for it."
"That's enough!" Zhang Sanfeng said angrily.
Zhang Yange decisively shut up.
Lao Hu almost covered his mouth just now. Pang Yue really felt that he was not worthy of such a little ancestor.
Zhou Zhiruo was so anxious that she cried.
"You have made up your mind." Zhang Sanfeng asked.
"Um!"
"Don't regret it?" Lao Zhang asked again.
"I regret it, but some things must be persisted."
Lao Zhang looked at him for a long time, and finally a smile appeared on his face.
"Disciple, I'll give you a day to reminisce about the past. Go back to Wudang Mountain tomorrow." Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile, "Girl Zhou, let's go back first."
"Thank you, Master!" Zhang Yange saluted.
As Lao Zhang led Zhou Zhiruo up the mountain, Zhang Yange turned to Lao Hu and said, "After careful consideration, I decided to forget about the Emei Sect."
Now Zhang Yange says that he is the founder of the four great kings of Mingjiao, and Lao Hu all believes it.
"You are so awesome, won't you be Zhang Baxia from now on?"
"This name is too rustic, you can call me Wudang Junior Master Uncle." Zhang Yange said with a smile.
"Hey, who is your junior uncle?" Old Hu said angrily.
It was the first time Pang Yue met someone who could make Lao Hu feel embarrassed, and he felt that his little ancestor was indeed extraordinary.
They chatted for a while, and Lao Hu was worried that Zhang Sanfeng would be unhappy again, so he urged him to go up the mountain quickly.
"Are you going back to the Mingjiao General Forum?" Zhang Yange asked.
"No! Marshal Guo is in Haozhou City, and we are going to defect to him." Old Hu said with a smile, "Let's kill the Tatars together next time we meet."
"Yeah." Zhang Yange nodded. "Remember those three names."
"I understand." Old Hu smiled naively. "Are we friends?"
"Yes!" Zhang Yange replied without hesitation.
Lao Hu suddenly beamed.
The three of them spent the night at the foot of the mountain. The next day Zhang Yange went to Wudang, and Lao Hu went to Haozhou. Along the way, Lao Hu hummed his favorite country slang song.
Watching them walk away, Zhang Yange turned around and went up the mountain.
The mountain road was bumpy along the way, but his feet were steady.
Finally he arrived at the majestic Wudang!
Two little Taoist boys at the foot of the mountain gate asked, "But Mr. Zhang?"
Look!
Wudang Junior Master Uncle, what a great title.
"I am Zhang Yange."
"The master asked us to wait for you here." The two little Taoist boys are Song Yuanqiao's registered disciples.
Two little Taoist boys took him into Wudang Mountain. Before he reached the Sanqing Hall, there was a man waiting at the door.
I saw that the man was tall and tall, with a beard on his face.
"You are Master's new kid." He looked Zhang Yange up and down. "Oh, I used to be Master's favorite, but now I've been snatched away by you."
"Master's favorite thing in the past was probably Fifth Senior Brother." Zhang Yange said heartily.
The visitor is none other than Seven Heroes, Mo Shenggu.
The excitement of Mo Qi began with Zhang Cuishan's exchanges with the three major bodyguards when he returned home after ten years.
When faced with the three escort chiefs on Wudang Mountain, he was always the first to speak.
"Don't say that my fifth brother has not returned to the mountain yet, even if he has returned to Wudang, it is just this sentence. Mo Mou and Zhang Cuishan share life and death, and his business is my business.
The three of them are indiscriminate and will definitely accuse my fifth brother and bring trouble to the entire Longmen Escort Agency.
Okay! All this is considered to be Mo’s doing. The three of you want to avenge the Longmen Escort Bureau, so feel free to call Mo.
My fifth brother is not here, Mo Shenggu is Zhang Cuishan, and Zhang Cuishan is Mo Shenggu. To tell you the truth, Mo’s martial arts and resourcefulness are far inferior to my fifth brother. You are not bad luck in finding me.
"
On top of the light, Song Qingshu wanted to take action against Zhang Wuji, who was seriously injured. The five heroes all had different opinions, except Mo Qi.
"Reputation is something external to the body, but it makes my conscience uneasy to deal with a seriously injured young man like this."
But it is really a pity that such a heroic man died at the hands of Chen Youliang.
Mo Qi laughed heartily, but was not angry at all.
"Master said you are a hozen, and you really are! Let's go, master is waiting for us at Zhenwu Hall."
The two Taoist boys bowed and handed Zhang Yange to Mo Shenggu.
When he arrived at Sanqing Hall, Zhang Sanfeng was still wearing the same Taoist robe.
There were four people standing beside him, including a young man below him.
Next to Lao Zhang are naturally Song Da, Yu Er, Zhang Si, Lu, no! Yin Laoliu.
The boy next in line is naturally Song Qingshu.
As soon as Zhang Yange stepped into the hall, he was enveloped in everyone's gaze.
He was unhurried, saluted to Zhang Sanfeng in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, "Greetings to Master, hello to all senior brothers."
"This is our new disciple, your little junior brother." Zhang Sanfeng said proudly to everyone, "Wait for your third senior brother, I will introduce you one by one when he arrives."
After a while, a Taoist boy came pushing a wooden wheelchair.
There was a skinny man sitting on the wheelchair. When Yu Daiyan heard that the master had accepted a new disciple, he was also happy from the bottom of his heart.
He has become a useless person, but it is too late for him to be happy that there are many disciples to inherit the master's legacy and to honor the master.
Zhang Yange also looked at Yu Daiyan.
His eyes were calm, as if he were looking at a normal person.
This look...
Yu Daiyan has not been seen since his limbs were broken.
Since his limbs were broken and he became a cripple, he rarely appears in public view. He has not told anyone, and a large part of it is because he can't stand other people's eyes.
Master’s look of pity!
The sympathetic eyes of the brothers!
The pitiful eyes of those Taoist boys!
Yes, Yu Sanxia was actually pitied by the Taoist boy.
Now he saw such calm eyes for the first time.
Yu Daiyan gave Zhang Yange a smile.
Zhang Sanfeng said, "This is your senior brother Song Yuanqiao. I have been in seclusion all year round, and he is in charge of all the secular world in the door."
Song Da was a little fatter at this time, but his elegant temperament was very obvious.
"Elder brother." Zhang Yange saluted.
"Junior brother." Song Yuanqiao smiled.
Naturally, he did not dare to object to his master suddenly accepting a disciple, but if he wanted his approval, Zhang Yange must have some skills.
"This is your second senior brother Yu Lianzhou!"
Yu Er's face was serious and solemn. Among the entire sect, he was the one everyone feared the most.
"Second senior brother."
"Junior brother." He still gave a smile to the junior brother he met for the first time.