Zhang Taichu was slightly surprised when he heard Zhou Meng's words.
He had a deep impression on Wang Ye, a junior, and admired him very much. He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to go up the mountain to give him a few pointers, but it turned out that this kid ran away from Wudang Mountain?
Zhou Meng sighed, turned around and said, "To be honest, when this kid was planning to go down the mountain to attend the Luotian Festival, he asked me for my opinion. At that time, I rejected him out of selfish motives."
"But the little kid was disobedient and had to follow his own ideas, so he just went down the mountain."
"Brother Taichu, you also know what happened next. This little kid, Wang Ye, exposed the Fenghou Qimen in front of everyone."
Speaking of this, Zhou Meng paused and took a deep breath and said: "Eight Strange Skills, Chaos Technique. In order not to implicate me, Wudang Mountain, this little kid took the initiative to cut off the relationship and returned to his hometown in the imperial capital."
"Little doll does this because he doesn't want to drag down Wudang Mountain."
Zhang Taichu's face froze when he heard this, but Zhang Huaiyi's figure popped into his mind.
The same Eight Magic Skills, the same escape from the mountain gate. During the Jiashen Rebellion, Zhang Huaiyi ostensibly defected from the mountain, but in fact he refused the blessing of their master Zhang Jingqing and left alone.
Just to avoid harming Zheng Yiguan, in the end, he never came back.
Thinking of this, Zhang Taichu frowned slightly and said, "Wang Ye, this little kid, looks a bit like my thief brother. He deserves to be beaten."
Zhou Meng looked helpless and didn't know how to respond.
Zhang Taichu added: "Don't worry, I still value this little baby very much. If something happens to him, I won't just sit back and ignore him."
Hearing this, a hint of excitement suddenly appeared on old Zhou Meng's face. He turned around again, looked at Zhang Taichu with big eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "If brother Taichu says this, I will be relieved."
Not to mention anything else, the explosive scene where Zhang Taichu used one move to slap a big mouth on his Wudang Mountain, and queued up ten people and company representatives to be slapped down the mountain, was already beyond his cognition!
He was even more convinced that with Zhang Taichu's strength, he would be able to protect Wang Yezhouquan if he wanted to!
Therefore, after hearing that his favorite disciple had received the "gold medal for immunity from death", Zhou Meng couldn't help but almost burst into tears with joy!
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At the same time, the imperial capital thousands of miles away.
As time goes by, it gets darker and darker, and when night falls, there is a wealthy villa somewhere on the outskirts of the imperial capital.
In a magnificent hall, Wang Bing, wearing training uniform, was sitting casually on a sofa. After completing his daily exercise, he was bored and wiping the sweat on his body with a soft towel.
As a result, he couldn't help but recall the embarrassing scene at the Naluotian Dajiao not long ago. This was a painful experience that he had never had since he was a child, and it was destined to be remembered by him for the rest of his life.
"Zhang Taichu, Zhang Lingyu, Longhu Mountain Zhengyi Guan, hum hum - a gentleman's revenge is never too late in ten years!" Wang Bing murmured to himself, with a cold meaning in his narrow eyes.
at this time.
Outside the gate, the doorbell suddenly rang, and then a good-looking servant in a maid uniform ran away.
After a few breaths.
I heard a rush of footsteps, and the maid who went to open the door suddenly let out a scream, and then rushed in with a nervous look on her face.
"Master, Master, something bad is going to happen!" the maid said in panic, with beads of sweat on her face.
Wang Bing, who was interrupted from his thoughts, looked at the maid with a somewhat unkind expression and said, "Why are you so noisy? You don't know how to speak well? The labor and management are here. If you have anything to say, just speak it!"
"If you keep arguing again, believe it or not, I will push you down on the bed tonight and make you unable to speak again?"
After these vulgar words fell, the maid's face immediately turned pale. She suppressed her excitement and said with a mournful face: "It's Master Lu Ci. Master Lu Ci has sent the master back!"
Wang Bing frowned: "My great-grandfather is back, why are you so anxious?"
While he was talking, he also noticed something was wrong with the maid's state, so he stood up from the sofa and walked towards the door.
After passing a corner, the majestic open door appeared in front of you.
But the next moment, Wang Bing froze on the spot.
Under the steps outside the gate, in the dim night, there was a stretcher, and on the stretcher lay a dead fat pig with its legs in the air.
"No, why would someone put a dead pig in front of my house?" Wang Bing shook his head and immediately denied his inner thoughts.
at the same time.
He also saw an old figure sitting in a car outside the large iron gate of the courtyard further away, and recognized the other person as Lu Ci.
Lu Ci didn't say a word. After getting in the car, he immediately left the place. Not only did he not enter the front door of his Wang family, he didn't even say hello.
When Wang Bing saw this, his face froze, looking a little weird, and murmured: "Xiao Qing said that Mr. Lu sent his great-grandfather home, so my great-grandfather"
Thinking of this, his throat rolled, and he moved his eyes with some difficulty, then looked at the "dead pig" placed under the stairs, took two steps closer, rubbed his eyes, and looked intently.
! ! !
For a moment.
Wang Bing only felt his scalp numb, and his whole body was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.
The figure that he had mistaken for a dead pig before was clearly his great-grandfather Wang Ai!
At this moment, Wang Ai was all red and swollen like a ball. Her swollen arms and legs were stuck in the air uncontrollably, looking like pig legs.
Especially on that old face, there was no trace of a human figure. It was two or three times bigger than usual, like a braised pig head!
"Gulu!"
Wang Bin swallowed his saliva, and then felt dizzy. He took two steps back uncontrollably and turned into the arms of a soft body.
The maid Xiao Qing supported the limp Wang Bing and said in a tearful voice: "Young master, just now, Mr. Lu Ci, without saying a word, put the master of the house at the door. I am at a loss when I get anxious."
Wang did not respond. He was completely lost. In his mind, a figure immediately popped up. He could make his great-grandfather Wang Ai look like this. In his eyes, there was only one person in the world.
"Zhang Taichu!" Wang Bing said through gritted teeth with a pale face. Then he pushed the maid beside him away and ran towards the door with red eyes.
Wang Ai, who was still in a coma, knelt down beside the opponent with a plop.
When he saw his great-grandfather's injury from a close distance, he felt his head was burning, and he couldn't help but raise his head and roar: "Ahhh! Zhang Taichu, you deserve to die!"
(End of chapter)
