Wudang Mountain signed for 60 years

Chapter 6, Becoming a Celestial Master in 60 Years
45 years later, Zhang Fan became a celestial master.

Zhang Fan looked down the mountain.

Sweeping up from the bottom of the mountain, 60 years have passed, and there are still ten mausoleums left.

Except Zhang Tianshi couldn't sign in.

Only nine cemeteries can be signed in.

At this time, Zhang Fan was already stronger than the head teacher Zhang Yifeng, who was no more than the eighth rank of the great master.

Zhang Fan has already become a celestial master, and he possesses five golden elixirs with monstrous mana.At this time, the golden elixir had already been refined and became a part of Zhang Fan.

It cannot be taken away, let alone erased.

Although Zhang Fan's hair was gray, his face was like a child's.

Just like a child of a few years old.

This is the state of rejuvenation, of returning to nature.

Zhang Fan: System, I want to sign in.

System: Sorry host, unable to sign in, the cemetery is empty, and has already flown to the fairyland, so cannot sign in.

Zhang Fan was taken aback: There are still eight left.

Zhang Fan took a step forward.

Zhang Fan: System, I want to sign in.

System: Congratulations to the host for obtaining a mid-grade Heavenly Xuantian Sword, the ninth-generation master's spell experience.

Gained insight so quickly.

It seems that being promoted to become a celestial master is not much different from the head of the sect in terms of cultivation base and knowledge. Zhang Fan looks down on the earth-level magic weapon now.

The earth-level middle-grade Tianlei sword he obtained before was lost in a corner, and Zhang Fan had no interest in looking for it at all.

"Uncle Master."

Zhang Fan turned his head to look.

A 15-year-old girl ran over cheerfully. Her name was Ling'er, and she also had no Daogen. She delivered food every three days without interruption.

This gift is ten years.

Zhang Fan watched Ling'er transform from a child into a young girl, slim and graceful.

Zhang Fan asked, "What's the matter?"

Today's Zhang Fan is only showing a foundation-building level of cultivation.

It took only 60 years to build the foundation and cultivate the base, I'm afraid I will laugh out loud if I say it.

Everyone in Wudang was even more silent, trying to teach their disciples in private.

"Hmph, if you don't work hard, you'll be like Zhang Fan, who only built a foundation after 60 years of cultivation. You're simply dumber than a pig."

"If a pig has practiced for 60 years, it would have already become a demon."

If Zhang Fan hadn't cleaned the cemetery every day and kept it clean, he might have been driven down the mountain long ago.

Ling'er smiled and said, "Uncle Shi, you are still sweeping the floor. Every time I see you, you are sweeping the floor."

Zhang Fan: "What else can I do if I don't sweep the floor?"

Ling'er said: "Uncle, tomorrow is the celebration ceremony of the head disciple, Uncle Wu Yuhai, and all the disciples of Wudang Mountain will come to congratulate."

Zhang Fan asked, "Congratulations for what?"

"Naturally, it is to congratulate my uncle on being promoted to Grand Master, invite the whole world, and entertain the Quartet."

Zhang Fan said: "Isn't it just to be promoted to a grand master, what's the fuss, and invite the world to entertain the Quartet."

Ling'er smiled: "Master, are you jealous?"

"I'm jealous ass, how is your practice recently?"

Anyway, I am also a celestial master, and I am jealous of a person who is not a celestial master.

Ling'er smiled awkwardly: "It's still the same, five levels of Qi training, uncle, teach me, let me build a foundation like you."

Zhang Fan nodded: "Okay, after 60 years of practice, you will definitely be able to build a foundation."

Ling'er's face was slightly angry, and she snorted: "Zhu you a big-headed ghost, in 60 years, I have already become a middle-aged woman."

Zhang Fan smiled: "Mild lady? Where did you learn it?"

Ling'er ran over to Zhang Fan and grabbed a broom: "Master, I'll clean it for you."

"No, I don't dare to bother Ling'er, an old lady."

Ling'er chuckled;
"Everyone said she was a mistress, and even said she was a girl."

Zhang Fan said: "That's not necessarily true, she's an old lady, maybe she's also a girl, like..."

What do you mean, are you cursing this girl for not getting married!
Ling'er rolled her eyes, then smiled.

Ling'er laughed loudly: "Just like my uncle."

"Like me what?"

Ling'er asked in a low voice: "Uncle, you always tell me if you are still a boy."

Zhang Fan tapped Linger's forehead with one hand.

Ling'er touched her forehead with an aggrieved face.

Zhang Fan said with a straight face, "Is this what you should ask!"

"Ling'er is just curious!"

Zhang Fan was also speechless for a while.

To be molested by a little girl.

Zhang Fan thought for a while: I really really... Forget it... Everything is tears!
At this time Zhang Fan has reached the realm of returning to nature.

I don't care about the love of children.

Of course, it's just that Zhang Fan never went out in Lingtai Mountain and didn't see the colorful world outside.

This sweep is 60 years, who can bear it.

Ling'er said: "Master Uncle, tell me what gift I should give you."

"Give some Qi training pills!"

The corner of Ling'er's mouth twitched: "Qi training pills? Please, Mr. Wu is already a great master, how could he fall in love with these Qi training pills of mine."

Zhang Fan stopped the broom.

"Since you say that he is in the realm of a great master, what can you, a little Qi practitioner, give him that he would like?"

Zhang Fan added;

"Besides, can he receive the gift you gave him! It was swallowed by the disciple long ago."

Linger nodded.

"It's true, I just want my uncle to accept me as an apprentice. I have been in Wudang Mountain for ten years, and I am still practicing Qi at the fifth level."

As she spoke, Linger looked aggrieved.

"Don't think about it, look how good my uncle is. He has practiced for 60 years before he built his foundation, and he will spend his whole life sweeping graves quietly."

"So, I've decided."

Ling'er looked at Zhang Fan with wide eyes.

"Uncle, what do you decide?"

"I have decided to entrust you with the task of sweeping the floor, Miss Linger, please keep in mind that this task has a long way to go, and you must accept it."

Ling'er put her hands on her hips and stared at Zhang Fan.

"Bah, I'm not going to be a grave sweeper! I have lofty ideals and aspirations, don't let me get along with you."

"It's like being a thief. Grave-sweeping is also a career with a bright future."

Zhang Fan persuaded;

"Come on, the future is bright. I think you want to push me into the abyss."

Zhang Fan was taken aback;
abyss?

Why didn't I think of that!

I don't know how many demons and monsters there are under the abyss, and these people can also sign in.

Ling'er looked at Zhang Fan in a daze.

"Uncle, what gift are you going to give?"

Zhang Fan said: "I'm going to give five Qi training pills."

Linger was startled: "Uncle Shi, are you serious?"

"Of course, how could Uncle Master lie to you."

Zhang Fan remembered 60 years ago.

At that time, Wu Yuhai was seriously injured, Zhang Fan carried him to Wudang Mountain, and his life was saved.

Zhang Fan was able to stay in Wudang Mountain.

Since Zhang Fan went to Lingtai Mountain to visit the tomb, Wu Yuhai never came to see Zhang Fan once.

I still asked someone to bring a few Qi training pills, no more, no less, exactly five.

Zhang Fan decided to return the five qi training pills to him.

Five qi training pills, it's ridiculous to think about it.

Ling'er said: "Master, I'm going first."

"Remember Ling'er, the position of Master Uncle will always be reserved for you."

Ling'er turned her head and made a face at Zhang Fan.

"Uncle, you should keep it to yourself!"

Seeing Linger's swift figure, Zhang Fan thought for a second.

Before I knew it, 60 years had passed.

60 years of sweeping graves have passed.

Go to the abyss to sign in tonight.

into the night.

(End of this chapter)