Chapter 89 Fighting Zhang Zhiwei

Walking around the Heavenly Master Hall, we came to the old Heavenly Master's residence in the backyard.

The red painted wooden door was already open.

When Lu Yuan arrived, he nodded to the little Taoist boy at the door, clasped his fists and shouted, "Master!"

"Come in!"

The voice came from the inner room. After Lu Yuan entered the room, he saw the old Heavenly Master sitting cross-legged on the bed. The light from the wooden window beside him shone brightly on the bamboo mat on the bed.

"Master, you are still sitting on the bed in broad daylight. How about I make a recliner for you tomorrow? It will definitely be comfortable."

The old Heavenly Master's mouth twitched after hearing this. He was a little confused as to why the two evil disciples under his seat seemed so out of tune on weekdays.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Do you know why I asked you to come this time?"

"The matter of the inner door?" Lu Yuan asked tentatively.

"I forced you to suppress you for three years. Do you have any resentment in your heart?" The old Heavenly Master did not answer. This rhetorical question seemed to be an admission.

"I don't complain. After all, you compensate me every year. Except that I have more work to do than the inner sect brothers, the rest of the treatment is about the same." Lu Yuan said truthfully.

"Really?" The old master stared at Lu Yuan and asked.

"Does it count as depression?" Lu Yuan blinked.

The old master decisively skipped the question, "With your talent and strength, you could have entered the inner sect three years ago. Do you know why I'm suppressing you like this?"

"Master, of course, has a deep meaning."

"I'm asking you!"

"This," Lu Yuan scratched his face, "Is it to temper my character?"

"You can also think so," the old master did not deny, "Do you know what the left sect leader told me when you went up the mountain that year?"

Lu Yuan listened and said nothing.

"He said that you are extremely talented and born to be a cultivator, but it's just that your talent is too good, plus your past experience, you are too purposeful and flexible in doing things, and once you make up your mind, you will never look back."

"So you deliberately suppress me to temper my temper, and also want to see if I am sincere in my heart to become your disciple?" Lu Yuan added.

A trace of weirdness flashed across the old Tianshi's face, and he continued to remain serious: "Some things you just need to understand. I know you want to learn thunder magic, but do you know the meaning of thunder magic?"

"Heir of Tianshi!"

"In that case, do you still feel depressed that I suppressed you for three years?"

"Master, I didn't want to be a Tianshi!"

"Evil disciple!!"

The old Tianshi's voice immediately rose: "Is that what I mean?!"

Lu Yuan decisively knelt down and smiled, "Master, calm down, I misunderstood! I'm not depressed anymore, hehe."

A similar scene made the old Tianshi's eyes twitch.

But the two are different, one is crazy on the face, and the other is proud in the bones.

"In fact, there is another meaning behind the fact that I have suppressed you for three years." The old master continued, his eyes fixed on Lu Yuan: "Does your inner disciple Zhang Zhiwei know about this? I will now give you a task, to defeat him as your outer disciple!"

"What?!" Lu Yuan leaned back slightly, with a shocked look on his face, "Master, that's my beloved brother!"

The old master glared, "Why, you still can't do it?!"

"Ahem!" Lu Yuan swallowed the three words "you have to pay more" and smiled again: " You should have said it earlier!"

"Don't be careless, your senior brother has never taken real action!"

"I understand that senior brother is very strong, but Master, I have never taken real action either."

"Okay, I won't say any more. Remember to come to the woods in the back mountain after midnight tonight!"

"Okay!"

Watching Lu Yuan walk out of the room, the old Taoist priest recalled the conversation just now and couldn't help complaining, "He should have noticed it. It's really impossible to teach..."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall the scene when Zuo Rutong talked to him more than three years ago.

"Master, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. I feel that I can't teach that kid, but with his talent, I dare not let him enter the world alone, always afraid that he will accidentally go astray and the consequences will be disastrous."

"What do you mean, Master Zuo?"

"He doesn't want to come to Sanyi, but is determined to come to the Master's Mansion. I think I really need to help him find a sect. I don't ask to change his character, but I just hope that a long life can leave a trace of ties in his carefree heart."

"Master Zuo, is it a bit exaggerated?"

"No, you will understand it soon after he enters the sect!"

"If it is true as Master Zuo said, I can find a suitable playmate for this child."

"Friendship? Aren't you afraid that the disciple will be influenced by this child?"

"Others may have this possibility, but he won't!"

Thinking back to the present, the old Master called the gatekeeper boy and asked him to call Zhang Zhiwei.

On the other side, Lu Yuan, who was walking towards his residence, was also thinking about the conversation just now. The old Taoist guess was right. Lu Yuan did see that he was hiding something. Obviously, there must be other meanings for suppressing it for three years.

Thinking of this, Liu Haohao's fat face suddenly popped up in his mind.

He laughed and stopped thinking about it.

What he was looking forward to now was the sparring in the evening. He had been waiting for almost four years, and it finally came!

......

At night, the moon rested on the cloud shoulders and quietly watched the earth.

Lu Yuan stepped on the grass leaves and came to the back mountain as promised.

From a distance, he saw the old Taoist sitting on a big rock under the moonlight, and Zhang Zhiwei who was already waiting there.

"Hey! Here you are, little junior brother."

"Sorry, Master, Senior Brother, I'm late."

"It's just past midnight, so it's not too late," the old Taoist priest looked at Lu Yuan in position and asked, "Do you two have anything else to say before the fight?"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"Just come!"

"That's what I mean."

The next moment, without any extra movements, the two disappeared at the same time and made contact in the field.

Bang~!

The circular air wave instantly overwhelmed the surrounding grass leaves.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at Lu Yuan's normal expression, and then noticed the cracked ground under his feet.

"Junior brother, what a great force-dissipating skill!"

"Senior brother, be careful, it's not just force-dissipating!"

Lu Yuan smiled and reminded, and the fighting spirit began to ignite.

Shua!

Knowing Zhang Zhiwei's temperament, Lu Yuan took the initiative to attack.

The martial arts moves from the world of Xiaoao, which were honed to the peak of skills, began to show their fangs at this moment.

With the physique that was much stronger, there seemed to be a whistling sound of wind and thunder when the moves were performed.

In just three moves, Zhang Zhiwei was completely suppressed. His left rib and right neck were hit respectively. A force that penetrated his body was painful even with his current life skills.

However, the attack continued. Every time Zhang Zhiwei wanted to counterattack, he would be interrupted. Every time he wanted to defend, he would be broken. Then there would be a palm, a punch, or a grab on him.

The old master just watched his once invincible apprentice being pressed back step by step.

There was shock on his bearded face, but it was not because Zhang Zhiwei was suppressed, but because of Lu Yuan's actual combat moves, which seemed to integrate hundreds of schools. Each move was extremely precise and capable, and even with his eyes, he was amazed.

As for Zhang Zhiwei, he knew this apprentice too well.

As he thought, even though he was suppressed a little miserably, there was no urgency on Zhang Zhiwei's face. On the contrary, the excited smile was constantly expanding, and the squinting eyes had already opened, with a fiery fighting spirit in the pupils.

"Junior brother, be careful!"