"The grandson of the big-eared thief, I am not your master." As soon as Zhang Taichu said these words, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became much lower.
There was complexity in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes.
The juniors standing behind did not dare to speak, silently paying attention to the changes in the field.
Zhang Chulan's bent body trembled, and he was surprised. He did not expect that the first time he greeted the master he had never met before, the result would be like this.
Could it be that his grandfather, Zhang Huaiyi, actually had something to do with the mysterious master who suddenly appeared in front of him today?
For a moment, he was at a loss, but after quickly calming down, Zhang Chulan still said in a low voice: "You and my grandfather Zhang Huaiyi are fellow disciples, so I respect you as my master. If you don't like it, can you let me know the reason? ?”
With this sentence, he was also testing Zhang Taichu, hoping to learn as much as possible about his grandfather's past from the other party's answers, and to find the hidden secret.
Hearing this, Zhang Taichu snorted coldly and said: "Zhang Huaiyi, that big-eared thief, makes me upset when I mention him. What I can't stand the most is his self-righteous appearance. Back then, he kept saying that he didn't want to implicate me, Longhu Mountain, but he was so dejected." The man ran away, hiding like a rat crossing the street.”
"But what happened in the end? What was the result? Is the situation better? Instead of bringing disaster to the same sect and hurting more innocent people, this big-eared thief is just a fool. If he had listened to me, he would have been fine. Son."
Listening to these secret past events, Zhang Chulan's eyes trembled. He couldn't help but raise his head, looked at the cold-faced Taoist in front of him, and asked: "Master, tell me what happened back then? What did my grandfather do? Why? Do you want to call him a thief? Did he really betray Longhu Mountain? Why did he die in the end? "
Zhang Zhiwei on the side finally couldn't help but said: "Chu Lan, some things have passed, don't worry about it anymore."
"If you really want to know the answer, I'll tell you, but not now—"
As Zhang Zhiwei spoke, he looked at his junior brother Zhang Taichu again, showing an unbearable expression, and signaled the other party to stop talking.
And Zhang Taichu also took all this into consideration.
When he heard Zhang Chulan talk about Zhang Huaiyi's death, he frowned, and deep in his eyes, there was also a touch of sadness, but he hid the emotion very well.
Immediately he looked at Zhang Chulan, and the corner of his mouth raised with a sneer: "So what if I tell you, your temper is just like your grandfather, secretive, timid and afraid of getting into trouble."
"Zhang Chulan, I just told you, what can you do for him?"
"I passed by the martial arts arena this afternoon and happened to see your boy's competition. In my opinion, it was just a show of mystery and perversity, which made this good Luo Tian Dajiao a mess."
"Where have you learned the Golden Light Curse and Thunder Method of Tianshi Mansion, as well as your grandfather's Qi Body Origin? While you are searching for your grandfather's secrets, you are disguising yourself and fearing the past. Zhang Chulan, are you afraid? what?"
Zhang Taichu's words were merciless, and they were like knives that pierced into Zhang Chulan's heart, causing the latter's body to sway, his face to turn pale, and he froze in place for a moment.
As for Zhang Taichu, looking at the other party's dejected look, his expression remained cold.
He turned his head, looked in the direction of senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, come here, I have something to ask you."
With that said, he turned around and left decisively without even looking at Zhang Chulan, and motioned for Zhang Lingyu to follow him.
Seeing this, Zhang Zhiwei sighed softly, then took steps to keep up with Zhang Taichu's pace.
The three people quickly left the place.
Until Zhang Taichu walked far away, Zhang Chulan still stood there blankly, his hands hanging down weakly, his eyes slightly red.
Beside him, a group of young people looked at him unbearably and hurriedly gathered around him to comfort him.
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At the same time, on the forest path.
Zhang Taichu and Zhang Zhiwei walked side by side in front, and Zhang Lingyu followed obediently.
After leaving the junior's presence, Zhang Taichu took a long breath, and his cold expression returned to his usual carefree look.
Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but ask: "Junior brother, what you just said to Chu Lan about Huaiyi, are you really thinking about it?"
Zhang Taichu curled his lips, put his hands behind his back, and said softly: "I used to think like this, but after so many years, I have let go of everything I should have let go."
Zhang Zhiwei was a little puzzled: "Then why do you mention it in front of Chu Lan's baby again? Do you know how much unnecessary confusion and pain this will bring to him?"
Zhang Taichu said without hesitation: "Brother, you haven't seen far enough."
"The temper of Zhang Chulan's little brat is exactly the same as that of Huaiyi's big-eared thief. He thinks he is smart at every step, but he is just self-righteous. If he is not beaten early and changes his temper, he will only suffer more pain. .”
This was the real purpose of those words he just said to Zhang Chulan.
How could there be any real resentment in my heart towards my senior brother Zhang Huaiyi? How could one hate the other person’s descendants?
Even in the afternoon, he went to watch Zhang Chulan's match on the martial arts field, wanting to see how his old friend's grandson was doing.
Zhang Zhiwei fell into silence after listening to Zhang Taichu's words.
After a long time, he said with a strange expression: "So you don't really reject Zhang Chulan's little baby?"
Zhang Taichu smiled happily, turned back to his senior brother Zhang Zhiwei with a fluttering beard, and said relaxedly: "Senior brother, I dare you to come to your senses only now? It's true that you are getting older and your brain is slowing down."
Hearing this, Zhang Lingyu, who was following the two of them, stiffened. He didn't expect that his master and the Heavenly Master would talk in such a way - uh, casually?
Hearing Zhang Taichu's complaints, Zhang Zhiwei shook his head in confusion: "I'm getting older. I've been busy in the Tianshi Mansion for the past few decades, and there are too many things in my mind. Maybe I'm a little ineffective. "
"Hey, senior brother, from your tone, are you a little dissatisfied with sitting in the position of Heavenly Master?" Zhang Taichu pretended to be surprised.
When Zhang Zhiwei heard this, his old face fell, but he said with some resentment: "Junior brother, if the position of Tianshi was easy to sit in, you wouldn't have pushed it to me back then."
Zhang Taichu raised his eyebrows and said, "Hey, senior brother, please don't put this blame on me."
"If I'm to blame, it's because you are thin-skinned and can't refuse Master."
In response, Zhang Zhiwei could only sigh helplessly: "Otherwise, it would have to be you, junior brother."
Zhang Taichu was speechless and walked alone, with a relaxed and happy face.
