The two brothers walked on the road, chatting from time to time, laughing and cursing, but they seemed very happy.
But all this made Zhang Lingyu, who was following behind, dizzy and wanted to cover his ears.
Whether it is the Heavenly Master or his own master, the way he looks when talking in private at this moment is completely different from the impression he gives to others on weekdays.
Zhang Lingyu thought about it and vowed to keep what the two elders were talking about locked in her stomach.
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The group of people followed the back mountain trail until they came to an intersection.
Two roads extend from the fork, one leading to Qianshan and the other leading to Zhengyiguan.
Zhang Taichu stopped here, looked at his senior brother Zhang Zhiwei and said seriously: "Senior brother, it's time to talk to you about business now."
Zhang Zhiwei heard this and said seriously: "What's wrong, junior brother?"
Zhang Taichu made a move with his sleeve, stretched his palm out from his Taoist robe, and stretched it directly in front of Zhang Zhiwei: "Give me money."
Zhang Zhiwei looked puzzled and said: "Money?"
"Yes, I want money."
"What do you need money for?"
“It costs money to go down the mountain and consume.”
"You want to go down the mountain?"
"And Lingyu."
"You want to take Lingyu down the mountain?" Zhang Zhiwei's old face froze, and his voice rose three times.
Zhang Lingyu, who had been following him all the time, also had a dull look on his face. He was very surprised. Master was going to take him down the mountain. Didn't he tell him in advance?
"What do you want to do with Lingyu down the mountain?" Zhang Zhiwei looked suspicious at the moment. Looking at the appearance of his junior brother in front of him, he always felt a little uneasy in his heart.
Zhang Taichu looked magnanimous, turned around and faced the direction of the front mountain where the setting sun was setting, and said solemnly: "I want to bring the spiritual jade into the mortal world for enlightenment, naturally for the purpose of cultivation."
Zhang Zhiwei's brows trembled, looking at the back of his junior brother in front of him, he said helplessly: "But there is still a schedule for Luotian Dajiao tomorrow."
Zhang Taichu turned around and grinned: "Don't worry, I've got the timing right and it won't affect Lingyu's normal game."
With that said, he once again stretched out his palm in front of Zhang Zhiwei and said with a sincere face: "Master Tian, please give me some funds."
Zhang Zhiwei fell into a brief silence. He always felt uneasy about his junior brother taking Zhang Lingyu down the mountain, but then he thought that Lingyu was already his disciple——
Zhang Taichu looked at the silent senior brother in front of him, frowned, and his smile changed, but he revealed a bit of gloominess: "Hey hey hey - I mean, senior brother, do you have something to hide? Why don't you let me talk to you? Can you have a good exchange and reach a consensus?"
Looking at that evil smile, Zhang Lingyu felt a chill all over her body.
Zhang Tianshi's mouth twitched, and finally he could only shake his head in compromise. He groped around in his arms and pulled out a gold and black card, which he handed to Zhang Taichu, "This is a card issued by the official, and it contains my record." Personal information is also a bank card, and a sum of money will be transferred to it regularly every month."
The first half of Longhu Mountain has been developed into a tourist attraction, and there is an official presence behind the Tianshi Mansion, so as a Tianshi, Zhang Zhiwei also has his own "position allowance."
Zhang Taichu took the delicate little card and said with a bright smile: "Thank you, senior brother!"
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the long road down the mountain. He waved his sleeves and said boldly: "Lingyu, let's go!"
Zhang Lingyu was shaken. Although he was confused, he would not disobey his teacher's orders and followed him honestly.
One after another, the master and apprentice embarked on the road down the mountain, and disappeared around the corner in a short time.
The old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei stood there, always feeling as if his cabbage was about to be taken away from him.
——
at the same time.
In the mountain behind Longhu, in a guesthouse.
Lying on the bed was a pale-faced man with yellow hair, his eyes were closed tightly, and there was a blood-red slap mark on one side of the corner of his mouth, making half of his face swollen.
It was Wang Bing who was knocked unconscious by Zhang Taichu's slap this morning.
Wang Bing was lying on the bed. On his side was Wang Ai, who was leaning on a cane and looking gloomy.
Wang Ai took out two fingers and pressed them on her beloved grandson's wrist, constantly flowing into the pure Qi.
"Didn't you say it's nothing serious? How come your grandson is so faint that he hasn't gotten up yet?" Lu Ci, the scarred face, said casually. He was leaning on a back chair and looking at the roof with his blood-red single eye, wondering what he was thinking. What are you wearing?
"Huh!" Wang Ai snorted coldly, completely losing his amiable appearance in front of everyone, and said in a low voice: "That strange and domineering Zhang Taichu's true energy invaded my great-grandson's body, constantly filling his meridians and traveling around. Disturbing Qi breath."
"If I hadn't driven it away, I'm afraid my good grandson wouldn't be able to wake up for a few more days."
As Wang Ai spoke, he continued to continuously deliver his true energy into Wang Bing's body to help him sort out and recover.
At this time, the pale Wang Bing's eyelashes trembled and his face trembled, but he slowly opened his eyes and woke up.
"Ah!" Wang Bing screamed and raised his body suddenly, with lingering fear still in his eyes.
His memory still lingered on the last scene where Zhang Taichu slapped him.
The feeling at that time was like being locked by a murderous god. It could be said that it was freezing to the bone, as if I would die in the next moment!
"My dear grandson, you're awake." Wang Ai said in surprise, with relief in his eyes. Wang Bing was his most precious only grandson.
"Grandpa!" Wang Bing exclaimed, holding Wang Ai's wrist with one hand, and then he felt safe.
He panted again, and it took him a while to calm down. Then he looked around and saw that only Lu Ci was present in the room. He immediately gritted his teeth and said, "That damn smelly Taoist priest dared to hurt me!"
Wang Bing said, touching the ferocious slap mark on his face with his hand, he couldn't help but grin, and then a feeling of incomparable humiliation, humiliation, and anger rushed into his heart, and a surge of anger rose in his eyes. Tonghong said: "Grandpa, I want that person to die!"
"I'm going to pull out his bones and twitch his muscles, and I'm going to slap him to death with one slap after another while he's still alive!"
Hearing Wang Bing's roar, Wang Ai, who had always been obedient to his beloved grandson and always responded to his requests, fell silent at this moment.
"Grandpa, you promise me that you will help me get revenge, right?!" Wang Bing's narrow eyes were filled with hope.
His great-grandfather Wang Ai is the head of the Wang family, one of the ten people in the alien world, a being who no one can afford to offend!
Hearing this, Wang Ai's expression became more complicated, and he didn't know how to speak for a moment.
On the other hand, Lu Ci chuckled and said, "If your great-grandfather goes to stand up for you, he will probably give the Taoist priest a slap in the face to make you look like this."
After saying this, Wang Bing looked stunned, but turned to look at Lu Ci, suspecting that he had heard wrongly.
Lu Ci thought to herself: "I'm afraid if I go with your great-grandfather, I won't be able to get any benefits."
Hearing this, Wang Ai's old face almost wrinkled into a ball.
