He had just experienced two battles, and although he had regained a lot of health and energy after merging into Zhang San, he still felt a little tired after all.
In addition, it would take twenty years of inner energy to bring these two people back, which already made Zhang Zhiwei, who had spent a lot of money, feel a little overwhelmed.
So he still took advantage of this opportunity to sit cross-legged and adjust his breathing. The other two people did not disturb him and stood quietly beside Zhang Zhiwei like two guards.
Crunch!
Within a quarter of an hour, the eldest disciple Fang Qianhe arrived first. He first pushed open the door of the retreat room, then turned around and closed it. Then he saw the majestic Feitian Yaksha behind Zhang Zhiwei.
"Master, what is this behind you?"
Fang Qianhe didn't yell, but asked.
As the eldest disciple, although Fang Qianhe can also laugh and curse with others, he is still very witty when encountering things. When he saw the monster and the third child standing behind his master Zhang Zhiwei, he knew that the monster was most likely not an enemy.
Sure enough, after the disciple opened his mouth, Zhang Zhiwei didn't even open his eyes and just said.
"Let's all introduce them together later."
"Yes, Master!"
Fang Qianhe promised, and he was shocked at this moment, because he had seen the state of his master at this time. The master looked like he had just experienced a battle, and the battle was extremely consumed.
But what kind of existence can make his master, the best in the world, look like this?
And what is the identity of this being who appears behind the master?
Fang Qianhe had many questions, but in the end he didn't speak and waited silently for a few people.
Soon, as if agreed upon, the remaining eight disciples arrived together. Even junior brother Tian Jinzhong was pushed over by ninth disciple Rong Shan.
The few disciples who closed the window were not among them. They were too young to bear these responsibilities.
"Everyone is here!"
When the people were almost there, Zhang Zhiwei finished his exercise, opened his eyes, and stood up.
"Brother, everyone is here."
Tian Jinzhong smiled in his wheelchair, "Why, if you don't introduce me to me, senior brother, who is the master behind this?"
"No one is allowed to know what happened today except a few people present."
Zhang Zhiwei nodded, and then said seriously, "If the secret is leaked, your cultivation will be abolished and Zhengyi will be expelled!"
"What?!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was in an uproar. The disciples did not expect that the master would say such serious words as soon as he opened his mouth.
Asking about this person's origin is so important. Will he be expelled from the division for leaking secrets? !
Several disciples looked at each other, not knowing how to speak. It was neither good nor bad to ask, and it was not good not to ask. They were in a dilemma.
At this time, the atmosphere in the court was deadlocked, and only Tian Jinzhong, a contemporary of Zhang Zhiwei, did not feel any pressure.
"Senior brother, why do you speak so harshly? What on earth did it take to reach this point?"
Tian Jinzhong heard this and broke the deadlock. He looked at Feitian Yaksha behind Zhang Zhiwei and said, "Look at this person, he doesn't look like a normal human being. He has a tall body. Could it be that the person behind Senior Brother is actually Liang Ting, the great master of all natures?"
When he came down the mountain in the Jiashen year, he met Wu Gensheng, the leader of Quanxing, and others. At that time, he had a quick glimpse of Liang Ting. At this time, he looked at Feitian Yaksha, and the ugliness that was not like human beings was somewhat consistent.
"All-sex Grandmaster Liang Ting?!"
After hearing this, several disciples looked at Wang Yangming, the flying yaksha, carefully and recalled the information about Liang Ting.
In the information, Liang Ting, the great master of all sex during the Jiashen period, was indeed described as a weirdo with bumps all over his body, an ugly face, and a wide body.
His image is somewhat consistent with the flying Yaksha in front of him.
"It turns out to be Liang Ting, then no wonder you are so serious, Master."
Disciple Fang Qianhe nodded seriously, "If the news spreads that Grand Master Liang Ting is still alive, I'm afraid the entire Longhu Mountain will be uneasy, and even the company will notice this place."
"After all, he is someone who has close contact with Wu Gensheng, one of the thirty-six thieves. This will attract a lot of covetousness."
Dong Ying, the second eldest brother, also said at this time, "Master is right. Only a few of us know what happened today."
The other disciples were stunned, and then nodded in approval.
It's just that the reality is completely different from what these disciples imagined.
"No, the person behind me is not Liang Ting."
Zhang Zhiwei shook his head, "And it contains a secret greater than the Eight Wonders."
"A secret greater than the Eight Wonders?!"
Everyone at the scene was shocked when they heard this and did not react.
"You'll know soon."
Zhang Zhiwei did not show off, but said to Wang Yangming behind him, "Fellow Taoist, please introduce yourself to the old Taoist disciples."
"My uncle Xin Xin in the Ming Dynasty, Wang Yangming, I have met you all!"
Wang Yangming also stood up at this moment and spoke to several disciples.
At this time, the muscles on the face and body of this flying yaksha zombie also changed. From the original terrifying abnormality, he gradually turned into an old man in his fifties.
It is very easy for a person with the immortality level to change his or her skeletal muscles and appearance.
"The new uncle of the Ming Dynasty, Wang Yangming?!"
Several people at the scene had question marks on their faces when they heard this.
If I remember correctly, the Ming Dynasty was the imperial court before the Qing Dynasty, which is almost six hundred years ago.
Although they knew that their master, Zhang Zhiwei, had a wide circle of friends, with friends all over China, and even magicians in Europe. They could be called relatives and friends, both at home and abroad.
But now there is a man who calls himself Wang Yangming, the new uncle of the Ming Dynasty. What's going on? Do we really want to bring together ancient and modern times, China and foreign countries?
"Mr. Wang, I see that you have corpse aura in your body. This corpse aura cannot be cultivated within tens or even hundreds of years. You must not be from our era."
It was the eldest disciple Fang Qianhe who asked at this time, "Are you really the ancient man from six hundred years ago, the sage Wang Yangming who put down the rebellion of King Ning?"
"Yes, it's me."
Wang Yangming nodded, "It's just that the title of saint is too big, and I still can't bear it."
"He is really a saint!"
Several disciples were shocked when they heard Wang Yangming's answer.
But another question appeared in their minds, how did this saint appear in their Longhu Mountain? You must know that their master is in the retreat room and has not gone anywhere.
"But, senior brother, haven't you been in seclusion and haven't gone anywhere?"
Junior brother Lieutenant General Tian Jin asked the question in everyone's mind, "But how did Saint Wang come to our Longhu Mountain? Could it be that, senior brother, you really became an immortal, ascended during the day, and then brought Saint Wang back from the immortal world."
"No, I'm still far from becoming an immortal."
Zhang Zhiwei waved his hands repeatedly and said, "But this does involve the secret of ascension. I believe you all know the inside story."
