The moon sets and the sun rises, and soon another night passes.
With the end of the Luotian Festival, most of the strangers who came to participate in the competition have left, so the entire Dragon Tiger Back Mountain has gradually returned to its former peace.
The back mountain is a martial arts arena.
In the middle of the empty field, there were figures gathering here.
Led by Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei, Lu Jin, Wang Ai, Lu Ci, Feng Zhenghao and other high-ranking officials were present.
And Zhang Lingyu stood in front of them.
At this moment, Lu Jin's face was full of helplessness. He held up a thick ancient book in his hand, looked at Zhang Lingyu in front of him and said solemnly: "Little Lingyu, let me ask you again, do you really know this book? don't want?"
Zhang Lingyu bowed and shook his head: "Senior's kindness is appreciated, but I cannot accept this Tongtian Lu."
Just after he woke up yesterday, Zhang Taichu told him about this matter and didn't offer any opinions. He just let him make his own decision.
In his opinion, the Tao of Talisman is not what he is pursuing. If he wants to get an Eight Wonders skill, he has to change his original path and transfer all his energy to the Heaven-Tong Tianlu, which is inevitable.
In fact, the way of cultivation that Zhang Taichu devoted himself to tempering his life and building a solid Taoist foundation was what he yearned for.
So he followed his own heart and rejected Lu Jin.
Seeing Zhang Lingyu who also rejected him after Zhang Chulan, Lu Jin's old face froze and he could only sigh helplessly: "That's all, I won't force it anymore."
"Your disciples at Longhu Mountain all have their own personalities. Everyone in the alien world is clamoring for the Heaven-Bearing Urn, but when it comes to you, you don't even get it for free."
"Okay, I brought this Heaven-Bearing Urn out, but in the end I have to take it back by myself."
Lu Jin said and put away the ancient book in his hand.
On the other hand, Wang Ai's old eyes on the side revealed a hint of imperceptible greed when he glanced at the three words "Tongtian Ru" in the ancient book.
At this time, Zhang Zhiwei said gently: "This Luotian Festival is officially over."
"During this time, I would also like to thank you all for coming to watch the ceremony..."
Word by word, he brought this conference to a complete end.
After finishing speaking, the high-ranking celebrities exchanged a few polite words with each other and then went down the mountain and left.
Until the end, only Zhang Zhiwei and Lu Jin were left. The two old men looked at each other, but they both understood what the other was thinking.
The Luotian Dajiao Festival has ended, but the crisis on Longhu Mountain is about to follow.
Lu Jin turned around, looked at the direction where Wang Ai and others were leaving, and said softly: "Quan Xing has been holding back his bad feelings for the past few days. I think it will come out tonight when you deliver the message."
Zhang Zhiwei said slowly: "If they want to cause trouble, it is indeed a good opportunity."
"But even if I can't take action, what can they do?"
"Actually, instead of worrying about safety, I'm more afraid of my junior brother."
Lu Jin raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"
Zhang Zhiwei stroked his beard, which was half shorter than before, and said with emotion: "I'm afraid that by then, Quanxing won't be able to make any waves, but it will be my junior brother."
"I've been holding back for decades and haven't taken action. When the mood strikes, I'll demolish my master's mansion."
After hearing Zhang Zhiwei's answer, Lu Jin froze. Then the figure of Zhang Taichu appeared in his mind, and he shook his head in confusion: "When you say this, it really makes sense."
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at the same time.
The mountain behind the dragon and the tiger is inside Zhengyi Guan.
In a small house built against the back wall of Tianshi Mansion.
Zhang Taichu, who was missed by the two of them, was sitting cross-legged on the futon at the moment.
He closed his eyes slightly, kept his mind introverted, and continued to deduce the Qi Planting Technique. He felt that he was becoming more and more proficient, and he couldn't help but want to bring his disciple over and try it for the first time.
But at this moment, there was a bang-dong-dong sound from the wooden door.
"Master Taichu, junior Feng Zhenghao, come to visit." A deep and magnetic voice came from outside the door.
So Zhang Taichu's mind moved, and he withdrew from the mysterious and mysterious state. When he heard the name of the visitor, although he was a little confused, he responded: "Come in."
After the words fell, the wooden door creaked and opened.
Then the meticulous figure of Feng Zhenghao in a suit appeared, and behind him stood the slightly reserved Feng Xingtong.
When he saw Zhang Taichu, Feng Zhenghao's eyes lit up, he took the lead to walk in, stood three steps away from him, and then bowed to the sky with great respect: "Feng Zhenghao, pay homage to Master Taichu!"
Feng Xingtong on the side also bowed and saluted.
Looking at the father and son who suddenly came here to look for him, Zhang Taichu smiled and said: "Get up, there is no need to be polite."
"I said, President Feng, Xingtong doll, the Luotian Festival is over, why do you think of coming to me?"
When Feng Zhenghao heard this, he did not straighten his back. He still bent down respectfully and said to Zhang Taichu: "The conference is over, and the juniors are also going down the mountain."
"It's just that before I left, I couldn't help but want to come and visit my senior. I wanted to express my gratitude to you in person for being able to save my son Xingtong during the competition between him and Wang Bing that day."
Hearing this reason, Zhang Taichu nodded slightly and said, "It's just a trivial matter. It's also Wang Bing's fault that little wild dog didn't abide by the rules of the arena. It's all his own fault."
"So President Feng, you don't have to take this as a favor."
At this time, Feng Zhenghao straightened his body, looked at Zhang Taichu and said with a smile: "Senior's straightforward and upright character is worth learning from the juniors."
When Zhang Taichu heard this, his expression became a little strange, and he coughed dryly and said: "President Feng, forget about being upright. I just act as I please, just because that old wild dog Wang Ai is unhappy."
Feng Zhenghao, however, still had a smile on his face and said flatteringly: "It is said that you should follow your heart's desires without breaking the rules. The more senior you say this, the higher your level is."
Zhang Taichu said happily: "As expected of President Feng, these words always make people feel so comfortable."
In the following time, the two chatted a lot.
Feng Zhenghao's words made Zhang Taichu feel like a spring breeze.
It was not until the end that Feng Zhenghao respectfully left a business card from Tianxiahui before turning around and leaving with Feng Xingtong.
Until the wooden door closed again, Zhang Taichu looked at the direction in which the father and son were leaving, then at the special black gold card in his hand, and then put it in his arms.
His face, which always had a faint smile, returned to calm again.
Although I didn't have much interaction with Feng Zhenghao before, but only through this brief contact, I can understand why he can be ranked among the top ten at such a young age.
And Zhang Taichu did not refuse the kindness shown by the other party.
He didn't like Wang Ai's old wild dog, and Feng Zhenghao also didn't like Wang Ai's. Although he didn't say it outright, he felt it.
So he looked at Feng Zhenghao rather favorably.
"How bad can someone who wants to slap Wang Ai be?" Zhang Taichu thought and nodded with deep approval.
At the same time, in the Longhu Mountain, Wang Ai, who had already reached the mountainside, suddenly shivered for no reason.
