The top of Wudang Mountain.
"Brother, this is really against the rules."
"Except for the first generation headmaster, the only person who has been able to live in the Sutra Pavilion in history is Lu Zu."
"Now that Changqing has just come to our Wudang, we let him live directly in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion..."
Song Zhiming stood beside Wang Zhonglou and tried his best to persuade his senior brother to take back his life.
"Junior brother... This is also my fault."
"When Changqing and I first left Beiliang City, we made a bet, and I lost."
"This is also a last resort, and..."
Wang Chonglou hasn't finished speaking yet.
Song Zhiming was about to interrupt, but he reached out to stop him.
"And Evergreen's talent is far beyond your imagination."
"In the past five years, Changqing has been able to independently master the refining of the Five Elements plus the seven attributes of wind and thunder using only the Qingxin Lu that I gave him."
"Junior brother, can you do it?"
Wang Zhonglou turned his head to look at Song Zhiming meaningfully.
"I...how can't I do it?"
Song Zhiming was suddenly speechless, and at the same time he had a new understanding of Wu Changqing's talent.
His inner opposition to Wu Changqing's move into the Sutra Pavilion suddenly faded away.
"Most of the talismans refined by Changqing have reached the level of talismans."
"I helped Chen Zhibao defeat a warrior whose combat power was higher than mine."
"The strength gap that the talisman can make up for, is it possible for you, junior brother, to be able to do it?"
Wang Zhonglou asked again.
This time, Song Zhiming lowered his head and frowned.
There seemed to be a turbulent wave emerging in his eyes.
But he no longer opened his mouth to refute.
He asked himself.
It really can't be this outrageous.
"I understand, senior brother."
"Chang Qing, who possesses this kind of talent, will only be able to clear his own path faster and more solidly if he enters the Sutra Pavilion."
"This is indeed a wise move, but... you let Changqing bear the title of senior brother, and you also asked Zhiheng to help Changqing get familiar with Wudang Mountain."
"I'm afraid this is giving Zhiheng an opportunity to set a trap for Changqing."
After Song Zhiming thought for a while, he admitted that there was nothing wrong with his senior brother's decision.
But other questions were raised.
"Zhiheng is a little too eager for quick success and extremely utilitarian."
"Just enough for Chang Qing to train him."
Wang Zhonglou suddenly saw the scene on the other side of the mountain where Zhiheng and Wu Changqing were going up the mountain one after another.
Seeing Wu Changqing holding the quilt that was too much higher than his upper body in his arms.
Wang Zhonglou shook his head slightly and sighed.
…
"Walk faster, are you in your 70s or 80s?"
"It's going to take a long time to walk up the mountain road, so why not go down the mountain? Wudang doesn't accept waste."
Wearing a gray and white Taoist robe, Zhiheng looked playful.
He glanced at Wu Changqing, who was slowly swallowing, with his peripheral vision, and mocked without mercy.
Wu Changqing remained silent, but his steps were indeed faster.
Soon he caught up with Zhiheng.
Seeing this, Zhiheng immediately speeded up a little again, always keeping Wu Changqing a foot away.
At the same time, he kept stimulating Wu Changqing with words.
Wu Changqing remained silent on this explanation.
Just walking his own path silently.
Even though his view was completely obscured by the thick bedding.
But there was no missing step in the steps under his feet, and he walked very smoothly.
As the two of them walked, Zhiheng realized something was wrong.
He has already reached his speed limit when walking, and can cover a distance of two meters in one breath.
Especially when going up the mountain.
This kind of speed is too much for most people.
But Wu Changqing followed closely behind him.
Sometimes, I accidentally bumped into him once or twice, as if he was still leading the way at a slower pace.
This immediately aroused Zhiheng's inner comparison mentality.
While feeling unhappy in his heart, his pace also changed from walking to running.
He can cross two meters with one step and walk two feet with one breath.
And while crossing the mountain road, he even used some light skills.
His body seemed as light as a feather, and he obviously wanted to show off in front of Wu Changqing.
Let the other person understand the differences between them.
But when he ran for more than ten steps in a row and a thin line of cold sweat began to break out on his forehead, he looked back.
His originally complacent heart suddenly thumped, and his face showed an expression of disbelief.
Wu Changqing still followed closely.
Even though his vision was obscured, he was already walking steadily, and his flexible figure looked even better than his Qinggong.
This immediately hit him for the first time in his heart.
With a bite of silver teeth, Zhiheng also gave up.
Trying his best, he began to compete with Wu Changqing for endurance and physical strength.
See who can climb the mountain the fastest.
Along the way.
Zhiheng completely forgot about leading the way and sprinted with all his heart.
Wait until he rushed to the top of the mountain in one breath and collapsed on the ground, his face flushed and his chest heaving violently.
Look back again.
Finally he smiled with satisfaction.
Behind him, there was nowhere to be found Wu Changqing.
It seems that he has been dumped somewhere.
"Tch, I thought it was so powerful."
"Is this the result?"
"Forget it, I'll be kind enough to wait for you. If you don't get a cup of tea, I'll wait."
"Don't blame me for not leading you."
"You can make your own bed in this barren mountain tonight."
Zhiheng had a look on his face, crossed his arms and muttered to himself.
"Junior brother, how long do you have to rest?"
Just when Zhiheng took a few breaths and felt proud.
But Wu Changqing's voice came from behind.
Zhiheng turned around in an incredible moment.
Wu Changqing was seen holding a heavy bedding in one hand and sitting on a boulder, with his legs crossed and his other hand on his knees.
He looked like he was bored and had been waiting here for a long time.
Wu Changqing's face was not red, and his heart was not beating, unlike him who was panting so violently.
"You...when did you come up?"
Zhiheng's eyes widened and he pointed at Wu Changqing with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Me? It's been a while."
"I picked a few apricots by the way, but they were too sour."
"Junior brother, do you want to eat?"
Wu Changqing replied casually, and at the same time he fumbled out a bright yellow apricot from his arms and handed it to Zhi Heng.
Zhiheng felt like he was blushing and about to burst out with blood. The original complacency turned into shame and anger at this moment.
Even Wu Changqing's action of handing him apricots seemed to be humiliating him.
"Who wants your apricots?"
Zhiheng pushed Wu Changqing away from Xingzi's hand.
He walked straight around Wu Changqing's body and continued moving forward.
Wu Changqing looked at Xingzi who was hit on the ground, but was injured a lot, and shook his head slightly.
At the same time, he looked at Zhiheng's back and chuckled a little.
Little devil, fight him.
When you go to the Sutra Pavilion, if your Taoist heart is broken without abuse, then you are not me, Wu Changqing.
Wu Changqing has never been a person who can swallow his anger.
He will repay those who are kind to him twice as much.
If you treat someone badly, don't blame him for being evil.
If people respect me one foot, I should respect others one foot!
