The four-eyed Taoist priest felt pain and turned his head. Behind him were already three old Taoist priests with gray hair and beards.
The one in the middle is upright, holding a whisk, wearing a black monk's robe, and his eyes are looking up and down at Zhang Ziyu behind him.
The one on the left is slightly larger, with an angry look on his face, his eyes wide open, and he looks around. It is obvious that it was this old Taoist priest who did the attack just now. His eyes are like copper bells, which gives people a feeling of not being angry and having authority.
The last one is the thinnest, and the Taoist robe always feels ill-fitting when worn on his body. He has a long beard and white eyebrows. Looking at his eyes, the corner of his mouth is slightly raised, and he is snickering, just like an old naughty boy.
"Uncle Hanshou, I was wrong."
After seeing the three people clearly, especially the one who made the move, he quickly gave in and admitted his mistake.
You brat, you didn’t tell me when you saw someone coming.
Xiao Benben made a note in his mind that if there is a chance later, he will definitely find some way to make up for it from the gangster.
Zhang Ziyu held the disciple ceremony and said hello to the three people in front of him: "Disciple Zhang Ziyu, I have met my master."
"Hmph, I'll let you go this time, but I won't beat you to death next time."
After all, Simu was the one who became the master. Master Hanshou did not continue to lecture him, but looked at Zhang Ziyu, and surprise flashed across his eyes.
"First offer incense to the spiritual official and all the masters, and then come into the backyard."
The old Taoist priest in the middle seemed very satisfied with Zhang Ziyu. He nodded and gave instructions to his four eyes.
"Yes, Master."
The four eyes were honest. After all, the master and the two uncles were here. If they were caught on the spot, there would be no good results if they caused trouble again.
The two of them burned incense and followed Hanqing, Hanshou and Hanxu to the backyard.
Although it is the Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace, none of the three real masters seem to have the habit of asking their disciples to serve them, and the number of people in the backyard is much smaller than that of the palace where they are enshrined.
Arriving at a room in the backyard, five people went in. It looked like a living room, but it was much quieter. Sandalwood was lit, which made those who entered feel refreshed and their hearts gradually calmed down.
The three of them sat on the chair in the middle, with Si Mu and Zhang Ziyu standing in front of them.
Taoist Master Simu was not so timid now, and came out and said: "Master, Uncle Hanxu, Uncle Hanshou, this is my second apprentice Zhang Ziyu, I brought him to you, look at this sign
The matter of granting fame..."
"You monkey, why are you so anxious? Didn't you say that his talent is similar to yours and that he is the pillar of my Maoshan Mountain?"
The thin Taoist Hanxu spoke with a smile, and there was a lot of ridicule in his words.
Hearing this, he said: "Uncle Hanxu, of course he looks like me. He is at the eighth level of Qi training. At this age and in this world, his talent is not bad..."
"snort"
Before he finished speaking, Headmaster Hanqing snorted coldly, the four-eyed Taoist priest shrank his neck, and smiled awkwardly but politely at his master.
"Put this aside, don't you have any idea of what you were like back then?"
The master has spoken, and Taoist Master Simu gave his disciple a self-righteous look. The firepower has been attracted. You three old guys can't embarrass my disciple.
"Ziyu"
"Master, disciple is here."
Han Qing smiled very kindly and said: "Don't be so serious. I asked you to come back because I heard that this brat was lucky enough to have such a good apprentice like you. We old ones just want to see our apprentice.
Come sit and talk."
"Yes, Master."
The three elders all had a good impression of Zhang Ziyu, not only from the letters written by Uncle Jiu and the others, but also from their meeting, this spirit made them feel that he was far more powerful than the disciples they had seen before.
"Are you nineteen years old this year?"
"It's still a few months before I can return to my master. I'm just eighteen now."
"oh?"
Hanqing and his two junior brothers looked at each other and said, "Younger, okay, young is good."
"Where is home?"
Hanqing chatted with Zhang Ziyu, and of course they talked cordially like ordinary old people and grandchildren whom they had not seen for a long time.
"My disciple is an orphan. Five years ago, I accidentally entered a mass grave and hit an evil object. Master saved me. I have been living with Master for the past five years. Master taught me my skills, and then I entered the profession."
The third elder stroked his beard and kept nodding. These four eyes must have brought good luck.
"Master, why don't you praise me? I accepted him as my apprentice and made great contributions to Maoshan."
Hanqing glared at him and said, "I'm talking to my disciple, so be careful not to interrupt and sit aside."
A few people drank tea and chatted. Although the conversation was not all about family feuds, they also talked about cultivation matters. After asking and answering questions, they became familiar with each other.
"Master, this is the first time for this disciple to return to the mountain. I don't know what gifts to prepare, so I prepared some small magical objects with my master to give to my master as a souvenir."
After finishing the cup of tea, Zhang Ziyu also took advantage of the gap to take out three transmission orders, and then handed them to his master and his uncle with both hands.
"Oh, is this a magic weapon you refined yourself?"
Zhang Ziyu was good at refining weapons, which he had mentioned in his mind, but he didn't expect to see it so soon.
Zhang Ziyu nodded and said: "It's just a small object. After the master sheds his blood to recognize the master, he can communicate with other messengers who have recognized the master Wanli. If you want to talk to whomever you want, just express your gratitude. It's relatively easy.
convenient."
Hanshou was quite surprised. It was still a small item, and this guy was quite humble.
Then he glanced around with disgust, where did this brat find an apprentice and where did he get such good luck?
Hanxu looked at the token in his hand and said with a smile: "You are too humble, this token is quite useful."
"good"
Hanqing nodded and said, "Do you know how many disciples I have in Maoshan walking around in the world?"
"Master, this disciple doesn't know."
"I won't talk about my Han generation. They either live in seclusion or have returned to the mountains. Just talking about your master's Zhan generation, there are at least forty or fifty people. Their whereabouts are unpredictable. Although the master has magic, it is not easy to contact them.
Your magic weapon is of great use to the master."
Hanqing smiled and asked, "Ziyu, what do you think of me, Maoshan?"
This question was asked suddenly. Zhang Ziyu was stunned for a moment, thinking carefully in his heart, and didn't know how to answer for a while.
The four-eyed Taoist Priest looked a little anxious when he saw him. He's showing his loyalty to you. Do you need me to teach him?
Zhang Ziyu thought for a while, but decided to tell the truth and said: "Master, I don't have an answer in my mind at the moment."
Although he had been a disciple of Maoshan for five years and often regarded himself as a disciple of Maoshan, Zhang Ziyu felt familiar yet unfamiliar with Maoshan and the Maoshan sect as a whole.
"Disciple can't answer for the moment, but Master saved my life, taught me and raised me, Uncle Lin urged me to practice and be a good person, Uncle Qian and Uncle Xu taught me their skills, and they were willing to help me in times of crisis. They are all older than the sect.
To protect the sect, I can only work with master, uncle and the others to shoulder the responsibility for the sect."
Although Taoist Master Shimu used to laugh and joke with their two apprentices and fight with the next door neighbor, Master Ikkyu, he was still the master after all.
Only when I arrived in Maoshan today, I was able to laugh and laugh with the same demeanor and look that he had with Senior Brother Jiale in the wooden house, or Qiu Sheng and Senior Brother Wencai in Yizhuang.
I was really happy, and my mind suddenly became like a child's.
He knew that Master's eyes were really thinking about Maoshan in his heart.
Since the master is thinking about it, he should also be thinking about it. What's wrong with helping his own mountain gate while he is still caring about the ranch?
I thought that the three elders would not be very satisfied with this answer, but unexpectedly, Hanqing and the others laughed.
Zhang Ziyu looked puzzled, but Han Shou, the sternest elder, smiled and said: "Why do you think Maoshan is Maoshan? Could it be the Three Palaces and Five Views? Wrong, it is the inheritance of my master. Your master, a monkey, will help you attract
Do you really think we can’t see the firepower? You little guy, please help your master speak up. This time, it’s me, Maoshan. Not bad, really good.”
What is the inheritance of Maoshan? A mountain gate is a mountain gate, but in essence it is people. Where the Maoshan people are, Maoshan is here.
If Zhang Ziyu realized something, Hanqing continued: "My child, don't think too much, we will help you register your name tomorrow and give you a burial mound. Take a good rest first, and then live in the mountain for a while."