Looking at Zhang Lingyu who looked excited and in disbelief.
Zhang Taichu smiled and said nothing.
So Zhang Lingyu couldn't hold it in anymore and took the initiative to say: "Master, what do you mean by this?"
Zhang Taichu said cheerfully: "That's what it means literally. Why, you're not happy when you hear that people are coming to see you?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, when I was drinking the day before yesterday, I kept shouting that if I like Xia He, I will return it for a thousand years, and it will not change for ten thousand years."
"Why, Xia He took the initiative to see you today, but you feel disgusted?"
Zhang Lingyu blushed, shook her head hurriedly, and then raised her arms. She didn't know how to speak for a moment and seemed at a loss.
It took him a long while before he could hold back a sentence: "That's not what I meant, disciple. What I meant was that she is a complete demon. How dare she come to our Longhu Mountain?"
Zhang Taichu said: "Come on, do you, a junior, need to worry about adults' affairs?"
"This little girl doesn't care about anything for you. She was scared away by her teacher yesterday, and she took the risk again today."
"Hey, when you were competing with that Wang Bing, he was staring at you intently. His little eyes were almost straight..."
Listening to Zhang Taichu's vivid description, Zhang Lingyu's eyes trembled, and she was a little absent-minded for a moment.
His usually calm face was now flushed, and he couldn't hold back a word.
Seeing his reaction, Zhang Taichu said mildly: "I just like it, so why are you so secretive?"
"Xia He also likes you, isn't this the best of both worlds?"
"What are you afraid of? What are you worried about?"
When Zhang Lingyu heard this, her body trembled visibly, but she inevitably fell into the conflict and entanglement that had been pressing in her heart.
Zhang Taichu continued: "If you think that because of the difference between sects, you and her are destined to be two different types of people, then it is your fault."
"There will be turbid sludge in clear water, and water-repellent green lotus can also grow in the sludge."
"Even among the so-called ten guys, there will be an old dog with dirty eyes like Wang Ai. Could it be that Xia He was looked down upon by you, the "Lingyu Zhenren" who was born in Longhu Mountain, just because he was in Quanxing? ?”
Zhang Taichu's questions one after another were like depth bombs, creating huge waves in Zhang Lingyu's heart, making it difficult for him to think clearly about his thoughts.
Seeing this, Zhang Taichu did not speak immediately, but allowed time for Zhang Lingyu to realize it on his own.
After a while.
He looked at the other party's expression that was still unable to calm down, and sighed: "You kid, you are still not bold enough, you are not open enough, and you are restrained."
"Because I think I have too many constraints, I can't even see my heart clearly, and it's difficult to pursue what I really want."
When Zhang Lingyu heard this, she even lowered her head, letting her white hair cover her eyes, looking a little weak.
At this time, Zhang Taichu fumbled around in his arms again, but took out a brand new mobile phone.
"Ahem."
He coughed twice, scratched dots on the screen with his fingers, and then placed them directly in front of Zhang Lingyu's eyes.
Zhang Lingyu looked at it in confusion, but suddenly discovered that a video was playing in the video, and the protagonist of the video was exactly him after he was drunk.
It's just that the drunk Zhang Lingyu's temperament is hugely different from that of him at the moment. He looks extremely unrestrained and enthusiastic. He is dancing on the dance floor and shouting at the same time.
"I, Zhang Lingyu, just like Xia He!"
"It won't change in a thousand years or ten thousand years. I just like Xia He!"
"..."
Every word in the video was so clear that the crowd in the bar turned their attention.
But being drunk, he remained unmoved and didn't care about the attention of everyone. Instead, he called Xia He's name wantonly.
"This!!!" Zhang Lingyu's eyes trembled, his throat rolled, but he couldn't say a word.
Zhang Taichu smiled happily and immediately put away his phone: "Fortunately, the evidence was preserved in time on the day I became a teacher."
"Look, when you are drunk, you forget many of the restrictions, don't you dare to express your feelings?"
"It's just love between a man and a woman. It's not harmful to nature. You fool, look directly at your emotions, face your heart, and think clearly about what you want most."
Zhang Taichu said, then reached out and patted Zhang Lingyu's shoulder to express comfort and encouragement.
Then he waved his hand and removed the golden light around him, then withdrew his gaze and focused on the competition between Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao in the martial arts arena.
Zhang Lingyu was left alone, with his head lowered, wondering what he was thinking, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
——
At the same time, in the martial arts arena.
The match between Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao also ended quickly amid complaints.
When Feng Baobao opened his two big almond eyes, he lay down on the ground with a snap, and then slowly shouted: "Zhang Chulan, you are so cruel, I give up~"
Then he closed his eyes, stuck out his tongue, pretended to have fainted, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to scratch his butt.
The already boiling sound of complaints reached its climax at this moment.
"Nima, I would like to call him the best actor of the year!"
"You're so good at acting, are you going to die?"
"Are these two idiots here to compete for the Oscars?"
"Fake match, this is a naked match fake!"
“My entire net worth!!!”
Amidst the extremely fierce complaints from the crowd.
The referee team was also speechless, but they could only follow the rules of the game, acknowledge Zhang Chulan's results, and then announce the result.
"Zhang Chulan versus Feng Baobao, Zhang Chulan wins!"
At this point, Zhang Chulan, who had qualified for the finals, scratched his head in embarrassment, then put his fist to his mouth and coughed tactically.
Then he lowered his head and picked up Feng Baobao, who was still "unconscious".
After turning around, he quickly walked out of the martial arts arena.
When approaching the gate, Zhang Chulan did not forget to stop, turned back towards Zhang Taichu, and shouted: "Master, in tomorrow's game, you will see my performance, and I will never stretch my crotch!"
After saying that, he turned around and ran away with Feng Baobao, for fear that if he was a step too late, the audience would greet him with rotten eggs, smelly bricks, etc.
In response, Zhang Taichu laughed and nodded towards Zhang Chulan's leaving figure.
On the rostrum, seeing Zhang Zhiwei that everything was going as expected, there was also a hint of complexity in his old eyes.
Proceed to this step.
As long as Zhang Chulan defeats Zhang Lingyu in tomorrow's competition and wins the final victory, he can naturally accept his inheritance of Tianshidu.
By then, his goal will be achieved.
But in the process, there was still something he had to do.
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but look in the direction of Zhang Taichu and Zhang Lingyu with his guilty eyes again, and sighed slightly.
