I heard the master calling out.
Feng Ping, who had just suffered a defeat, did not show any sign of dejection on his face and ran over happily.
"Hello, Master, Hello, Heavenly Master, Hello, Sect Leader Zuo, Hello, Old Master Lu, Hello, Patriarch Lu."
"Stop joking and tell me what the senior from the Tianshi Mansion who taught you looks like?" Master Chu interrupted.
Feng Ping pondered for a moment and said, "That senior was wearing a Taoist robe, tall, with a somewhat unkempt hair, a resolute face, calm and domineering, and his words were like nails hammered into wood..."
After hearing Feng Ping's description, Zhang Jingqing was a little suspicious. Judging from his appearance, it must be his evil disciple. But the calmness and domineering attitude behind him, and his words were like nails hammered into wood...
Is this his evil disciple who is causing him so much trouble?
Parents' understanding of their children is often one-sided, and even the Heavenly Master is no exception. Of course, the main reason is that Zhang Zhiwei would not show off in front of his master.
"Master, isn't this your disciple?" Zuo Rutong reacted immediately. He was still very impressed with Zhang Zhiwei.
"Eighty percent yes!" Zhang Jingqing nodded.
"Pretending to be a senior and giving instructions to his peers, he is really arrogant. No wonder he needs a lesson!" Zuo Rutong said with a smile.
Zhang Jingqing didn't say anything, but glanced at Lu Jin who was regulating his breathing on the stage. As a heavenly master, his strength had already reached the pinnacle. As soon as Lu Jin made a move just now, he saw through Lu Jin's strength.
This strength is at best comparable to that of the cunning rat who practices in the dark. It is impossible for him to defeat his own lion!
"Pretending to be a senior and instructing his peers?" Feng Ping, who was standing next to him, was stunned when he heard Zuo Rutong's words: "Master Zuo means that the senior who instructed me is a disciple of the Heavenly Master and is actually of the same generation as me!"
Zuo Rutong nodded.
Feng Ping exclaimed: "Oh my God, that method is actually the same as mine..."
Then he received several slaps from Master Chu, and was beaten so hard that he ran away in panic.
"Evil beast, what are you howling for? How can you be so presumptuous in front of the Left Sect Leader and the Heavenly Master? Get out of here and stand aside. You are not allowed to speak until your master lets you!"
Seeing his master's furiousness, Feng Ping didn't dare to do anything else and stood obediently beside him, but his eyes were darting around.
It turns out they are of the same generation. No wonder he is nowhere to be found at the table of elders.
Upon hearing the news, Feng Ping not only did not feel ashamed, but instead admired Zhang Zhiwei even more, like a surging river.
In the world of extraordinary people, the strong are respected.
If he is a senior, then he will only respect and admire him!
The result is that the same generation...
This boss, I’m determined to worship him!
Fengping made a secret decision in his heart.
While Zhang Jingqing and Zuo Rutong were talking, a figure jumped onto the training ground.
The man who came was a fat man with a flat head, glasses, and a black suit. He gave people a gentle yet fierce feeling. He said with a gloomy face:
"Yanwutang, Liu Deshui, would like to learn from Master Lu about the third level of Reincarnation!"
"Yanwu Hall..."
Lu Jin glanced at Liu Deshui's hand.
His index and middle fingers were unusually thick, and it was obvious that he specialized in hand skills.
"Master Lu, do you still remember me?"
Liu Deshui did not take action directly, but adjusted his glasses, suppressed the almost uncontrollable excitement in his heart, and said in a deep voice.
"Do you know me?"
Lu Jin was stunned, thought carefully for a moment, and shook his head, saying, "Brother Liu, I'm really sorry. I'm a little... By the way, do we have any intersection somewhere?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Deshui was stunned at first, and then a surge of anger rushed to his head. For so many years, he had regarded Lu Jin as his target day and night, and as his lifelong enemy, but the other party did not take him seriously at all. He felt like he was punching cotton with hatred.
"Forgotten? It doesn't matter. Anyway, I am now a completely different person from that silly boy back then!"
After saying that, he flew out and launched an attack on Lu Jin as fierce as a torrent.
Lu Jin was a little confused, but he could only clench his fists to fight the enemy. The two of them countered each other's moves and started fighting back and forth.
"Another Thirty-Six Thieves is on the scene. Tsk, tsk, tsk, why does it feel like, 'Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't bully the young and poor,'"
Zhang Zhiwei laughed in his heart. Lu Jin himself was not clear about the grudge between the two, but he understood it.
It was not a big deal. Eight years ago, Lu Jin and Liu Deshui went to Sanyi Gate to become apprentices together. In the end, Zuo Rutong accepted Lu Jin and rejected Liu Deshui. Liu Deshui knelt outside Sanyi Gate for three days and three nights, but Zuo Rutong didn't even look at him.
Liu Deshui always believed that Zuo Rutong was snobbish and only accepted Lu Jin as his apprentice because he saw that Lu Jin was from a famous family. In order to prove himself and make Zuo Rutong regret it, Liu Deshui has always regarded Lu Jin as his goal over the years.
And now, at the Lu family birthday banquet, Liu Deshui had the opportunity to defeat Lu Jin in front of Zuo Rutong. Of course, he fought with all his might, and the scene was so intense that it even exceeded the scope of sparring.
"Brother Lu Ci, what's going on? It seems like Liu Deshui has a personal grudge against Lu Jin!"
Even the little fat boy Wang Ai noticed that something was wrong with the situation on the field.
"Who knows? Liu Deshui is quite capable, but he's still not good enough for Lu Jin." Lu Cirui commented.
"Brother, today is different from yesterday. You can't fight. You two are evenly matched. If you want to decide the winner, you can't just stop at the point. You have to see blood!"
Lü Ren was worried that his brother might act rashly, so he made sure to explain in advance, "I know you're angry, but today is the Lu family's auspicious day. There's really no need to ruin it."
"Our four families have always been equally renowned. Today, there might be someone here who can defeat Lu Jin in one or two moves. If this person is from another family, it's fine. But if it's from the other three families, then it's a different matter. Do you understand?"
"Brother, are you nagging me? You reminded me yesterday. Don't worry, I won't cause trouble for Lu Jin, at least not today! Today, I'm going to deal with that Taoist priest!" said Lu Ci.
"Which Taoist priest?" Lu Ren asked.
Lu Ci nodded towards the place not far away.
When Lu Ren looked over, his eyes met Zhang Zhiwei's.
Lü Ren smiled and nodded at Zhang Zhiwei, then whispered to Lü Ci, "He's a disciple of the Heavenly Master, and he's suspected to be a direct descendant of the Zhang family. I'm afraid he's a tough nut to crack!"
"So what if I'm a disciple of the Heavenly Master and a direct descendant of the Zhang family? It's all about two shoulders supporting one head!" Lu Ci said defiantly, "Who would look down on a soft bone? The harder the bone, the more satisfying it is to chew on!"
Hearing Lu Ci's bold words, Zhang Zhiwei laughed: "Lu Sibei, you want to fight me?"
"Why, Ox-nosed, you were very brave when you drank yesterday, but are you afraid today?"
Lu Ci chuckled and said, if he couldn't drink, he couldn't beat him in a fight? He wanted to make up for the loss at the wine table in the martial arts arena.
"So confident?" Zhang Zhiwei grinned. "Well, I'll definitely give it my all and be willing to teach you. But don't be afraid to go on stage!"
