"Oh? Fellow Daoist knows? I would like to hear the details!" Zhang Sanfeng asked hurriedly.
"That person is both far away and right before my eyes!"
Xiao Ning said slowly and deliberately, "His name is Zhang Junbao, a martial arts legend who appears only once in a thousand years in China! Would you like to meet him, fellow Daoist?"
"What…"
Zhang Sanfeng jumped to his feet, exclaiming in disbelief, "When did this old Taoist create such a divine skill? This is impossible!"
He felt that Xiao Ning's words were like celestial scripture, full of absurdity and unruliness.
"If it was impossible before, if it's impossible now, will it be impossible in the future?"
Xiao Ning smiled faintly and said, "According to the old immortal in my dream, you are a man of extraordinary talent. In a dozen years, you created this peerless divine skill that has been passed down for thousands of years, and your name will be remembered in history. How fortunate I am to be your junior brother!"
Seeing that Xiao Ning's expression seemed genuine, Zhang Sanfeng slowly sat down and said in a daze, "This old Taoist has such great abilities? I can't believe it myself."
"Brother Dao, why belittle yourself?"
Xiao Ning comforted him, "This is what the old immortal said himself. I doubt he would deceive a nobody like me!"
After saying these things so earnestly, even Xiao Ning himself began to believe that an unknown old immortal truly existed in the world.
"This matter is too shocking; the old Taoist priest must think it over carefully!"
Zhang Sanfeng rubbed his forehead and said in a low voice, "No wonder you agreed so readily, it turns out there was this reason behind it!"
"Brother Dao, with such a powerful backer, wouldn't I be a fool not to seize the opportunity and cling to him tightly?"
Xiao Ning chuckled, making no attempt to hide his true thoughts: "If you miss this opportunity, you'll never have another one!"
Zhang Sanfeng wasn't angry. To be honest, if it were his younger self, and he learned that a future grandmaster had invited him to join his sect, would he have refused? Probably not!
It is human nature to attach oneself to the strong!
Zhang Sanfeng was well aware of this principle.
After a long silence, the two left the thatched hut and headed towards the core of the Wudang Sect, the Zhenwu Hall of the Zixiao Palace.
"Master, you've emerged from seclusion!"
As Zhang Sanfeng and Xiao Ning stepped into the Zhenwu Hall, they were spotted by a sharp-eyed middle-aged man who immediately rushed forward and bowed, saying, "Master, great joy! Fifth Brother is back!"
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Chapter 9 The Seven Heroes of Wudang [New book seeking patronage!]
Upon entering the main hall and hearing Song Yuanqiao's words, Zhang Sanfeng looked around and the first person he saw was none other than Zhang Cuishan, whom he had missed for nearly ten years.
He reached up and rubbed his eyes, thinking he must have seen wrong.
Zhang Cuishan rushed over, his voice choked with sobs, and shouted, "Your unfilial disciple pays respects to your master!"
He knelt down with a thud and kowtowed repeatedly.
"Okay...okay!"
Zhang Sanfeng was so excited that his voice trembled. He quickly helped Zhang Cuishan up, patted his shoulder, and said loudly, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!"
Zhang Sanfeng lived to be over a hundred years old and had been practicing martial arts for over eighty years. He was detached from worldly affairs and had a clear mind, yet he had a father-son-like relationship with his seven disciples.
The sudden sight of Zhang Cuishan, who had disappeared for ten years, filled him with unimaginable excitement, to the point that tears welled up in his eyes.
Zhang Cuishan's sudden return excited not only his master Zhang Sanfeng, but also the other members of the Seven Heroes of Wudang.
After a moment of excitement, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly remembered something. He looked up and saw Xiao Ning standing with his hands behind his back, silently smiling at him.
He quickly cleared his throat and said, "Today is truly a double celebration! Not only have I gained a new junior brother, but my missing disciple has also returned. Heaven has been kind to me! Fellow Daoist, come here to me!"
After saying that, he waved to Xiao Ning.
"Huh!"
Song Yuanqiao followed Zhang Sanfeng's gaze and when he saw Xiao Ning, he looked surprised and uncertain, and exclaimed in surprise.
Xiao Ning walked towards Zhang Sanfeng and stood beside him.
Zhang Sanfeng pointed at Xiao Ning and introduced him to his disciples: "Disciples, this is my newly recognized junior brother, named Xiao Ning. You... call him Uncle-Master!"
Upon hearing his words, the six heroes of Wudang exchanged glances, all looking at each other in bewilderment.
As a result, the scene became quiet for a while.
Song Yuanqiao, being the eldest disciple and the current leader of the Wudang Sect, stepped forward and bowed to Zhang Sanfeng, saying, "Master, please forgive our rudeness. This matter is truly absurd, and we cannot comply..."
The others, though silent, nodded slightly in agreement with their senior brother's opinion.
"Um?"
Zhang Sanfeng frowned, his face instantly darkening with displeasure. He said, "What, do you all think you've grown up and are no longer influential? You think your master is too old and your words no longer carry weight?"
With that, he laughed angrily and said, "Fine, fine, I'll leave then. I'm not going to stay at Wudang Mountain anymore!"
In front of Xiao Ning, his disciple openly contradicted him, leaving him humiliated. Where would Old Zhang put his face?
After saying that, he took Xiao Ning's arm and walked out.
"Splash!"