Ancient tomb.
The old naughty boy Zhou Botong stood on a green tree with his hands behind his hands and looked down the mountain. Looking around the mountains, he saw that the birds that came and went every day seemed to have some kind of agreement, and they all nested in the bird's nest and could not bear to leave. This discovery made the old naughty boy He couldn't help but frown secretly and thought to himself: "How could Zhongnan Mountain be so quiet today?"
"Counting the days, the Nalaoshizi conference held by Jinlun Dharma King will be in these few days. Has it already started?"
Thinking of the danger that Dongzhang might face, the old naughty boy could no longer sit still. He turned over and jumped down from the top of a tree more than ten meters high. During this period, his left and right feet connected with the tree trunk to relieve pressure, and he was as nimble as an ape. Generally speaking, with such strong and vigorous skills, it is impossible to tell that this is an old man of about eighty or ninety years old.
Finally, he landed lightly on the ground full of dead branches. He swayed and was about to run down the mountain when a "kacha" sound came from behind him. It was the sound of dead branches being stepped on and broken. The old naughty boy's figure suddenly After a while, I heard a cry.
"Uncle Master, where are you going?"
The old naughty boy turned his head and looked back, and saw Lu Guzhan, who was wearing a clean Taoist robe and walking slowly with his feet on dead branches and rotten leaves. There seemed to be a trace of doubt on his face.
Subconsciously scratching his scalp, the old naughty boy laughed and said, "I see that Zhongnan Mountain is very quiet today. I wonder if something happened."
When he came to the old naughty boy, Lu Guzhan's eyes drifted towards the deep mountain road, and he said slowly and unhurriedly: "Do you want to go down the mountain?"
"Well, I don't know why, I always feel a little uneasy." Faced with this Quanzhen junior, the old naughty boy rarely showed a patient side. It was really because the other party was too good and he was the best candidate to inherit the mantle of his senior brother Wang Chongyang. , The martial arts talent is extremely good, and the old naughty boy is willing to teach all his skills to others. It can be said that he is very happy to see him.
What's more, both of them are Wang Chongyang's fans. Although they are very different in age, they can talk about many topics and have highly similar opinions. Especially when it comes to Wang Chongyang, the two can chat. If they work together day and night, they will naturally regard each other as their confidants.
Lu Guzhan raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this and said: "Uncle Master, you don't have to go down the mountain. The disciple just came from the mountain this morning. On the way, he saw that the Mongolian Jinlun Imperial Master was still recruiting troops in the villa. Maybe Are you still waiting for the arrival of some big shot? Looking at the battles, it should be three or two days before the conference starts, and there is no excitement to see."
After a short period of getting along, Lu Guzhan gradually figured out the nature of this great uncle. He was the kind of naughty kid who liked to join in the fun and was afraid that the world would be in chaos.
And this morning he did go down the mountain to investigate, and naturally he saw the truth. Seeing the man appear, Lu Guzhan couldn't help but breathe quickly, which was caused by the pressure.
After only taking a deep look at the man, Lu Guzhan resolutely turned around and went up the mountain. After that, he stayed close to the old naughty boy. When he saw that he made any changes, he immediately called Zhou Botong.
Yes, he lied. The fight in Nas Mountain Villa was already in full swing. He had seen this with his own eyes, but why should he stop the old naughty boy from showing up at Nas Mountain Villa?
Why he did this and what his purpose was, no one knows.
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After hearing this, the old naughty boy first frowned, then showed a bitter face, spread his hands and said: "Oh! It's boring! It's really boring! A fight would be too much for my mother-in-law! That great monk is also a coward! Fighting such a stinky Dongzhang! Do you still need to dawdle like this?!"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but kick his feet here and there, as if to vent his anger, like a child who can't get his beloved toy.
Lu Guzhan, who was opposite him, was dumbfounded for a while: "Isn't my uncle a good friend of that person...Why does it seem like he still vaguely hopes that the war will start soon?"
After quietly watching the old naughty boy venting his anger, Lu Guzhan saw the old naughty boy suddenly stopped and started walking down the mountain. He couldn't help but be surprised: "Uncle Master, what are you doing?"
"It doesn't matter that it hasn't started yet. I'm getting bored here in the mountains. I'll go and see the excitement." The old naughty boy didn't even look back and walked straight away angrily.
This made Lu Guzhan secretly anxious. If his uncle were allowed to go down the mountain, Dongzhang would definitely be powerful. This was something he didn't want to see. In a hurry, he blurted out: "Uncle, my disciple has encountered some obstacles in his practice. If there are many things that I don’t understand, I should go to my uncle to clarify my doubts!”
As soon as the words came out, Lu Guzhan was also a little uneasy. He didn't know if he could keep the old naughty boy, so he could only do his best and obey fate.
But the old naughty boy Zhou Botong, who was always fearless, was actually stopped by his words. He was stunned on the spot for a moment, followed like a puppet, and slowly turned his head to look at Lu Guzhan who looked expectant. He said in a voice: "Can I explain it to you another day?"
There was actually a hint of pleading in the words. This boy was the Quanzhen Sect’s last hope. Whether he could recreate Wang Chongyang’s demeanor and make his senior brother’s Quanzhen Sect the best in the world again, we all relied on him. If you can't perfect your innate skills, the old naughty boy will naturally attach great importance to him and truly treat him as his own grandson.
Glancing at the old naughty boy with an almost pleading expression, Lu Guzhan shook his head calmly: "Uncle Master, the skill you taught your disciple should be the unique innate skill of the ancestors of the Chongyang Festival in the past, right?"
His heart skipped a beat, and the old naughty boy wondered why the other party knew this. He had never mentioned this to Lu Guzhan.
Of course, this was Lu Guzhan's own guess. He was not stupid, he was even very smart. He guessed the rough idea by making some insinuations, and then he had a good idea. In addition, the old naughty boy was used to being carefree, and he didn't know what to say. If you tell anyone about anything, it will inevitably leak out. Lu Guzhan can naturally confirm this, it is not difficult for him.
Walking back with a wry smile, the old naughty boy couldn't help but look at the calm-looking Lu Guzhan and said, "How do you know?"
This statement obviously admitted that Lu Guzhan's guess was true, and the latter smiled slightly: "This kung fu is profound, profound, and obscure. As soon as the disciples guess it, they will know that it must be the unique innate skill of the Chongyang ancestor."
Lu Guzhan gave Wang Chongyang a small compliment at the right time, and the latter was so happy that he stroked his beard and laughed: "Hahahaha, you have a good vision, yes, this skill is my senior brother's unique innate skill."
After laughing for a while, the old naughty boy's face suddenly fell down again, and he said bitterly: "Then can I explain it to you later? I'll go down the mountain and take a look."
Lu Guzhan, who had figured out his temperament, was also extremely resolute and shook his head: "Uncle Master, you also said that this is the unique skill of the Chongyang ancestors. It is not necessary for the disciples to tell you how difficult it is to practice. A magical skill like this , if there is even the slightest mistake in cultivation, the consequences will definitely be known to my uncle and master better than anyone."
Scratching his hair irritably, the old naughty boy stared: "Do you have to practice today?"
"Yes, the disciples can't help but follow in the footsteps of their ancestors and don't want to stop for a moment."
"You..." Faced with Lu Guzhan, who was unable to make any progress, the old naughty boy had to be defeated in the end. He was still afraid that he would practice the wrong technique, lose his energy, go crazy, and fall short. .
After staring at the former fiercely for a moment, the old naughty boy stamped his feet as if in annoyance, and then shouted: "Come on! I'm not going!"
After saying that, he stomped back as if he was letting off steam, stepping on the dead branches all over the ground until they made a rattling sound. This was because he was really angry, but he had no choice but to do anything.
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After walking a few steps, he saw that Lu Guzhan was still standing there without moving. The old naughty boy turned his head vigorously with a red face and a thick neck, and shouted: "What are you still doing!? Keep up!"
"Okay~"
Lu Guzhan smiled in apology and followed the huffing old naughty boy. As he walked, he turned back to look at the deep corridor at the bottom of the mountain, with an obscure smile on his face: "Ha..."
