I, the son of Yang Guo, abducted Zhang Sanfeng across the heavens

Chapter 222

"What the hell, you went out and just collected them for me?"

Zhang Sanfeng glared at Yang Gui, "Can someone with parents be accepted into my Wudang?"Broken rules!

"Who said that this child should be taken in? Zhang Jing's parents would be gone long ago if he doesn't." Yang Gui answered fluently. Even if Zhang Sanfeng really wanted to turn Wudang Mountain into an orphanage, he would still have something to say.

"Two old gods, don't argue, don't argue, I won't go, I won't go."

Zhang Jing was startled, and quickly knelt down and said: "Young man's life is pretty good. The produce from the two acres of Susukino fields at home is enough to support both of us. In a few years, I plan to find a wife for Tiedan. If she can It would be nice if my old Zhang family had a queen."

"Get up, the first rule of the Wudang Clan is, don't kneel down unless it's no big deal."

Yang Gui stretched out his hand to support him and said: "If you want your daughter-in-law, let him find it by himself. We are old gods, not Yue Lao gods. Oh, by the way, you can kowtow to him. You still have to kneel down to become a master. Come on, call me master." "

"Ah this..."

Zhang Jing hesitated for a moment, and finally his heart changed. He knelt down with a bang, kowtowed to Zhang Sanfeng "Bang Bang" and shouted: "Master, Master, please accept me as a disciple!"

"Oh, that's all." Zhang Sanfeng looked at Zhang Jing and said, "You have a good temperament and a bit of quick wit, so it's not impossible for you to accept me. I am the founder of Wudang, so you don't need to worship anyone else. I also have a surname as a teacher. Zhang, the Taoist name is Sanfeng, remember it."

"Thank you Master, thank you Master!" Zhang Jing kowtowed again.

Zhang Sanfeng saw him kowtow a few times and shouted: "Stop. I am a Wudang sect, and there are not many rules. There are only one thing, one must follow the right path. Except for committing crimes, killing innocent people indiscriminately, and bullying good people, there are no other rules. , no matter what you do, Master can protect you."

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes flickered as he spoke. He thought of Zhang Cuishan many years ago, and also thought of Yang Guo, who asked Yang Gui before his death.He sighed and said: "You pack up and follow us first, and I will teach you slowly on the rest of the way."

"Yes!"

Zhang Jing took his son home to pack his things.

In fact, there is nothing to clean up. How many possessions can a farmer have?All the family wealth added together was less than half of the ingot of silver that Yang Gui gave him as food money. This is why he became a disciple as soon as he said he wanted to, and left as soon as he said he wanted to.

It's just a life, don't be afraid of anything else.

What's more, the area around Qingyun Mountain is considered safe in their hearts.Therefore, Zhang Jing concluded that these two people who could drink the Qingyun Mountain spiritual tea must be true gods.

What Yang Gui didn't know was that Zhang Jing was the old man who was rescued by Wan Jianyi and his party after the battle between good and evil, and was sent to Caomiao Village by Tian Buyi himself.At that time, his son Tiedan had been killed by someone from the Demon Cult, leaving only a five-year-old grandson, who was indeed Zhang Xiaofan's ancestor.

Soon Zhang Jing packed up and took his son and Yang Gui on the road together.

"Xiaojing, how old are you this year?"

"Back to Master, my disciple is [-] out of [-] this year."

"Uncle Taishi, I'm seven years old!" Tiedan shouted from the side.

"Tiedan, don't make trouble." Zhang Jing scolded him and then said, "My apprentice has no knowledge. Please give me a good name for my son, master and uncle."

"Call Zhang Xue. Since you have no knowledge, let your son learn more." Yang Gui said casually.

"Old turtle!" Zhang Sanfeng was very dissatisfied with Yang Gui's random naming of his disciples, but Zhang Jing kept nodding beside him, "Zhang Xuehao, Zhang Xuehao, let my son learn more knowledge."

"You, you, are so stupid."

Zhang Sanfeng had no idea and took Zhang Jing on the road.

Zhang Jing is old and his bones have been fixed, so this is not a problem.In the world of martial arts, they all have the "Easing the Muscles and Forging the Bones" to change people's martial arts qualifications. What's more, after experiencing so many worlds and teaching so many times, they already have a mature and complete method of changing people's qualifications.

What really worries Zhang Sanfeng is that older people have stereotyped views.

Zhang Sanfeng could agree to Yang Gui's recommendation and accept this disciple because both of them had explored Zhang Jing's "god".Zhang Jing is definitely not a bad person in nature, but even if he is not bad, he may not be able to get along with each other.

Take Master Miejie for example, she is not a bad person, but Zhang Sanfeng will never accept her as his apprentice.

Fortunately, although Zhang Jing is 42 years old, he has little experience. Ever since he can remember, he has been plowing the fields honestly, getting a wife to marry, giving birth to a son, and then getting a wife for his son to get married, giving birth to a son, and continuing the Zhang family. Incense, nothing more.

So along the way, Zhang Sanfeng taught Zhang Jing his insights and three views, and Yang Gui taught Zhang Jing's exercises and moves.

This point must not be messed up. Zhang Sanfeng could teach Zhang Jing how to practice, but he would never allow Yang Gui to interfere with Zhang Jing's three views.He didn't want Yang Gui to ruin him just after he accepted a disciple.

Along the way, Zhang Sanfeng taught Zhang Jing bit by bit based on his travel experience.

Of course, Yang Gui was not willing to reshape his outlook on life with a middle-aged man, so he teased Zhang Xue along the way.Zhang Jing's three views are not wrong, but Zhang Sanfeng doesn't dare to think about what the seven-year-old Zhang Xue will become in the future if he studies with such a lunatic every day.

But there was no way, he really couldn't stop it that much.

Yang Gui and Zhang Sanfeng came down the mountain to recruit disciples. Not only did they walk, they even walked as slowly as ordinary old mortals.

Going around and around, a year has passed in the blink of an eye, and they have not left the Central Plains area.

On this day, I finally arrived at the western border of the border fortress. After passing the big city "Hanxi City" in front of me, I officially left the Central Plains and entered the border area of ​​the Western Region. Going further to the northwest, it is the wilderness in the endless desert. .

A year has passed, and Zhang Jing has become quite colorful.Although his facial features still have some rustic charm, and he looks like a rustic farm boy, but his behavior has become somewhat like a famous family.

Zhang Sanfeng once started from scratch twice. In two worlds, he built Wudang Sect into Taishan Beidou, which is also known as Shaolin. The master's demeanor has already been deeply rooted in his bones.

Although he was alone at the moment, the gestures of the disciples he taught showed that they were not talented people that could be taught by a small family.Along the way, everyone who had come into contact with Zhang Jing regarded him as a disciple of such a famous family as Qingyun Sect. He was the only one who foolishly didn't think so.

Zhang Jing came back from the city gate and saluted slightly, "Master, that's Hanxi City ahead, the last big city in the Central Plains. At this time of off-season, there are still many wealthy inns and restaurants in the city. Shall we go in?"

"Shall we go in?" Yang Gui imitated Zhang Jing's tone and repeated it, curling his lips and saying in disgust: "I said what kind of disciples did your old bastard teach? Aren't they the same as Yu Lianzhou's group? Look, he’s only in his forties, he looks like a little old man.”

Zhang Jing smiled awkwardly and did not answer.Along the way, he has become very familiar with this uncle's mental state.

Zhang Sanfeng ignored Yang Gui and said directly: "Let's go, find a place to stay first, don't leave in a hurry, if you go further, it will be the territory of the Demon Sect, and there is probably nothing to gain."

"Yes."

Zhang Jing nodded in agreement, handed some money to the city guard at the city gate, followed the guide he arranged and walked out, leading Yang Gui and others into the city.

A few people rented a small courtyard in the inn, and then went to the restaurant in front to eat. "Waiter, prepare a few specialty dishes. The portions of meat should be large. According to the banquet arrangement for ten people, this ingot of silver is for you alone." Zhang Jing put a ingot of silver into the waiter's hand.Over the past year, he had finally adapted to Yang Gui's extravagant way of spending money.

"Okay! Gentlemen, please treat me!" When the waiter saw this ingot of silver, he was more respectful than when he saw his real father. A chrysanthemum bloomed on his face, and he happily ran down to make arrangements.

As expected, the money worked really well, and before long, the table was full of dishes.

But this move obviously made others dissatisfied.

"Waiter, what do you mean?" A man carrying a knife on his back slapped the table and shouted angrily, "We were here first, but you served them first, how do you look down on me?"

"Sir, don't be dissatisfied. I've given you a lot of money, so I'll go first. If you want to go first, you can also give me 50 taels." The waiter seemed to have seen many of this kind of gangsters and was not afraid at all. , reach out and ask for money.

"Oh, I..." The man carrying the knife became furious and reached out to grab the knife.

"Old Qi, what are you doing?" A thin young man in gray clothes next to him grabbed the wrist of the man carrying the knife. Although his voice was soft, his tone was extremely stern.Under his gaze, the man with the knife let go and hummed: "You'll have an advantage today."

"Tsk." The waiter also sneered, turned around and continued running the hall, muttering: "Why are you pretending to be an uncle when you don't have money to learn from someone else?"

"Holy shit!" The man carrying the knife couldn't hold it back after all. He pulled the knife out of his back with a loud cry, pointed at the waiter and cursed: "You want to die, don't you?"

"Hey, are you making trouble? I'm not afraid to tell you that this place is covered by Hanhaitang. You're just blind when you come here to make trouble!"

In the northwest border area, the people are fierce and fierce. They often fight if they disagree with each other, and the waiter is also crazy.Relying on the protection of the local snake sect Hanhaitang, this waiter has always only given money and face, and a knife cannot scare him.

"Waiter, it's over." The young man in gray couldn't help but stood up, stared at the waiter and said calmly: "It's just a meal, and you are bringing it out of Hanhaitang to scare the guests?"

"I..." The waiter was about to retort when he suddenly heard the sound of "tuk-tuk". Everyone looked towards the stairs. A middle-aged fortune teller, leading a little boy, was coming up with a flag. This flag There are four big characters written on it: "The Immortal Guides the Way".

"Oh, fortune telling, fortune telling. Yin and Yang, five elements, ten hexagrams and nine spirits."

The middle-aged fortune teller squinted his eyes, walked up slowly, and bowed to the diners on the second floor, "Everyone, is anyone asking me for fortune telling?"

"Fuck you, uncle, where is this place? How did you, a liar, get here?" The waiter was furious. He pointed at the middle-aged fortune teller and cursed: "Get out of here!"

"Oh, little brother, it's not good to be so angry. I see that your hall is black and there is evil between your eyebrows. Within three days, there will definitely be a bloody disaster." The middle-aged fortune teller said with a smile: "Do you want to find it? Can I break the evil for you?"

"I'm going to break you, get out of here!" The waiter ignored him and stretched out his foot to kick him.

"Hey." The young man in gray stretched out his hand to stop him, "This is my friend. Why, your restaurant can't even eat?"

"Eating, eating is fine, but you have to do something else, hum!" The waiter glared at several people angrily, turned around and walked away.

"The folk customs in the northwest are fierce." The middle-aged fortune teller pulled the child to sit down, stretched out his hand to grab the food on the plate to eat, and after eating, he grabbed a handful of vegetables and put the sticky paste on the little boy's face, "Hungry It’s killing me. Son, come and eat.”

"Old Zhou, can you please stop being so dirty?" The young man in gray frowned and said, "I have business with you."

"Oh, Brother Wan, how many times have I told you that it's not that I won't handle this matter for you, but that it's not easy to handle. How should I put it? His main concern is..."

"Let's add more money." The young man in gray stopped the middle-aged fortune teller's nonsense with one sentence.

"How much more?" the middle-aged fortune teller asked eagerly.

"You are indispensable. We...don't you know yet?" When the young man in gray said his identity, his voice drifted, making it difficult to hear clearly.

"Okay, let's meet at the west gate of the city tonight at the end of the year." The middle-aged fortune teller nodded.

"It's a deal." The young man in gray glanced at the middle-aged fortune teller, then took the lead and walked away, "Let's go."

In an instant, the three people who were sitting at the table all followed him out. Only the middle-aged fortune teller was still sitting in the distance, eating the food with his hands, and shouting to the stairs, "Hey, you guys have to pay." Do you have the money?"

"Xiaojing, let me give you a test question. Look at the identities of the two groups of people at the front and back of this table." Yang Gui asked coldly.

Zhang Jing was shocked. He had experienced this kind of sudden question all the way. Yang Gui euphemistically called it a "surprise exam". The first time he encountered it, he couldn't answer a single question, which made Yang Gui miserable.

In addition, Yang Gui will have a "monthly exam" every month, a "midterm exam" every three months, and a "final exam" every six months.

"I think they...well, most of them are probably not righteous people. In this northwest land, it is easy to understand that the people are ruthless, but this group of people is not just drawing swords to scare people."

Zhang Jing recalled the young man in gray and the others, and said hesitantly: "Their eyes are very indifferent, and they don't seem to take human life seriously. I think they often kill people."

"I'm still from Taiyuan." Yang Gui slapped Zhang Jing on the head, "Is that all you can tell? I think you failed the exam."

"There's more." Zhang Jing knew very well what the consequences would be if he failed the exam, and he didn't want to experience it again in his life.

His mind was moving very fast, and he said eagerly: "Yes, Hanhaitang is a local spiritual sect, and they don't pay attention to it at all. In addition, this place is located in the western border, so it should be a member of the legendary demon sect!"

"The Demon Sect is just a Demon Sect, and it's still a legend." Yang Gui shook his head and smiled, "If you pass, what about that middle-aged fortune teller?"

"This..." Zhang Jing stared at the important point for a long time, and said with a sad face: "Uncle Master, I think they are just ordinary people."

"Very good, very good. If you fail the exam, you will die." Yang Gui smiled and pronounced Zhang Jing's death sentence.

"Ah? Stop it, uncle!" Zhang Jing let out a painful cry.

"Your question is beyond the syllabus. Is this the scope of first grade?" Zhang Sanfeng, who had to be his own master, was standing by to complain to his apprentice.

According to the teaching plan prescribed by Yang, each year counts as one academic year, and the things he learns are deepened year by year. Zhang Jing is now at the level of a first-year graduate, and his horizons are of course relatively low.

"I think he has the aura of Qingyun Taoism, but he is different from the Qingyun Sect group. Do you know this guy?"

"I know." Yang Gui smiled. After so long, he finally met a character in the main story, "Hey, Yiyi Xian!"

　Suru said in "Zhu Xian": "Why, are you afraid now that you are the leader? 300 years ago, on this Tongtian Peak, during the Seven Meridians Competition, you secretly came to my residence late at night and called me When we got here, my master, Master Zhenwu, and senior sister Shuiyue were both nearby, and I didn’t see you being afraid at all!”

　　According to the plot, this is the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament held by the Wilderness.

　　In view of Xiao Ding's confusion, we all take "Zhu Xian" as the standard. The era of Wilderness is set 300 years before the main story of Zhu Xian.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)