I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 279 Wang Yihang Returns to the Mountain, Xie Xuan's Fanboy

As the saying goes, plans can never keep up with changes.

The disciple-taking ceremony that was scheduled half a month later did not take place as scheduled.

There was no other reason. Something unexpected happened in the southern border, and Chu Zhao was called by Xie Zhize to help.

In a blink of an eye, a month has passed, and Wangcheng Mountain is still the same Wangcheng Mountain.

But it is also a little different, because the usually quiet Wangcheng Mountain has become a little more noisy and lively.

However, within a month, many houses appeared at the foot of the mountain, which looked like a village and was showing signs of developing into a small town.

However, the people living in this village are all gangsters.

It is also worth mentioning that the weapons they arrived were quite uniform, and they all carried swords.

Wang Yixing, the former senior brother of Wangcheng Mountain, was surrounded by a group of people as soon as he got off the carriage with his wife and children.

"Master, are you a disciple of Wangcheng Mountain?"

Wang Yihang nodded, but before he could speak, someone else said, "Master, can we negotiate? I'm willing to pay 100 taels of silver and reserve a spot for me."

"I, I, I, I'll pay five hundred taels."

"Don't push, don't push. This Taoist brother is polite. I am Li Xu from the Li family in Chuncheng. I am willing to take you as my master and only ask to be admitted to the gate of Wangcheng Mountain."

Hexagram position?

Wang Yihang looked confused.

Although their fortune-telling at Wangcheng Mountain is quite accurate, why do people have to queue up for fortune-telling?

And it’s so expensive?

Are you willing to spend hundreds of taels just for a fortune-teller position?

Besides, what the hell is "become a disciple"? Man, you have a beard and look older than me, you want to be my disciple?

A group of people were talking at once, not giving Wang Yihang a chance to speak.

Just then, a group of people hurriedly ran past the carriage.

"Hurry, hurry, the sword contest has started today, and there are only ten spots available."

"What? Ten! Go, go!"

"Damn it, who is pushing me? Don't run!"

The group of people who had originally surrounded Wang and his party dispersed and quickly headed towards the mountain gate.

"Uncle-master, what are they doing?" Xuan Ling came slowly over riding a donkey.

Wang Yixing scratched his head: "How should I know? Didn't I just get here too?"

Chen Feiyao of Lingxiao Sect, Wang Yihang's wife, looked at Xuanling, then at her husband, and finally at the departing crowd, and asked, "Are you sure this is Wangcheng Mountain?"

The scene just now made Wang Yihang unsure: "That should be it, didn't they mention Wangcheng Mountain just now?"

Xuan Ling rolled his eyes and said, "It must be Wangcheng Mountain. As for what's going on, we'll know when we go and take a look."

A huge arena has been built outside the gate of Wangcheng Mountain.

Li Fansong sat cross-legged in the middle of the ring, with a peach wood sword beside him, watching the fight below as if he was watching a show.

Below, Feixuan was fighting with a group of people.

To be exact, he was besieged by several people.

A golden light enveloped him, and Feixuan yawned out of boredom.

There was really no point in having several people besieging him and not even being able to break the golden light that protected his body.

This was a new use of the Taiyi Lion Technique that he realized after being swallowed by his uncle's golden lion.

Let the lion swallow you, then the golden light outside will be the best amulet.

"Master Junior, these few people are no good."

Li Fansong nodded, grabbed a handful of pine nuts and threw one into his mouth.

"Then clear them out. Speaking of which, there are more and more people coming these days."

Feixuan, who was in the belly of the golden lion, made a hand gesture with one hand, and with a wave of his golden hand, all the people who were besieging him were blown away.

"This is……"

"The power of the dragon elephant in Wangcheng Mountain is indeed extraordinary."

The onlookers cheered.

Xiao Feixuan bowed to the people who were fanned out, turned around and looked at Li Fansong on the ring, complaining: "This is all your fault. If you hadn't wanted to show off, there wouldn't be so many people coming."

If Li Fansong had not hung himself next to the sword monument all day long and made breakthroughs one after another, the other disciples would not have known that hanging themselves up to practice would be faster, and they would not have spread the news to their relatives and friends.

Li Fansong smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

"I can't help it, they pressed me and I couldn't just hide it.

Who could have thought that it would cause such a big response.

But it’s also good, many disciples have made breakthroughs now.

Master and his uncle will surely be pleased when they come back."

Yes, Zhao Yuzhen is not in Wangcheng Mountain at the moment.

Because after the conversation in Sanqing Temple that day, Zhao Yuzhen went to ask people to invite the disciples outside Wangcheng Mountain to return to the mountain.

After all, Junior Uncle-Master is accepting disciples to inherit the Taoist lineage, and the disciples of Wangcheng Mountain should return to the mountain to witness it.

Wang Yixing and Xuan Ling returned to the mountain for this reason.

Compared to Li Fansong, Xiao Feixuan was a little less optimistic: "Little Uncle, are you sure? I think when our great uncle and great uncle come back, they will definitely hang us up for public display.

Especially the Grand Master Uncle, he will definitely spank your butt until it blooms, and let you know why the flowers are so red. "

Li Fansong didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but after hearing what Feixuan said, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

"Go away, don't say that. You know your uncle master. If you talk about him, he will appear immediately."

"Hey, when did our Wangcheng Mountain become so lively and even set up a fighting arena?"

A lazy voice, full of ridicule, sounded from the back of the crowd.

Li Fansong suddenly froze and stammered to himself, "No... no way?"

Turning around, Li Fansong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that it was his uncle Wang Yixing and his family, as well as his senior brother Xuan Ling.

"I was so scared, I thought it was my great-grandmaster who came back."

Li Fansong patted his chest, stood up and saluted, smiling, "Master Uncle, Senior Brother Xuanling, you are back."

At the same time, Feixuan also rode the lion onto the stage and greeted them one by one: "Grandmaster, Uncle Xuanling, Grandmother, Uncle Wang."

That’s right, Feixuan is Wang Yixing’s disciple.

As for Xuan Ling, he is the disciple of Yin Changsong.

"Not bad, Xiao Feixuan, you are now in the Free Earth Realm, even more powerful than Junior Master-Uncle was back then."

Wang Yihang pinched Xiao Feixuan's fat face, rubbed his head, and turned to look at Li Fansong: "Xiao Songzi, you are not bad, half a step free, amazing, but what's going on?"

Li Fansong opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he suddenly fell to his knees.

This kneeling stunned Wang Yihang and others.

"Master, Uncle Master, you are back."

Wang Yihang turned his head and saw Chu Zhao, Zhao Yuzhen, Sikong Changfeng, Baili Dongjun, a man in black robe and a man wearing a mask standing behind him.

The one covered in black robe is Xie Zhize, and the one wearing the mask is naturally Li Hanyi.

"Big Brother, let's go up the mountain and talk."

Zhao Yuzhen flashed forward, patted Li Fansong on the head with a smile, then took Li Hanyi's hand and soared into the sky.

He disappeared in front of everyone in an instant.

Neither he nor Li Hanyi were used to being exposed to so many people.

Sikong Changfeng and Xie Zhi followed, while Baili Dongjun moved to the front of the sword monument. Chu Zhao looked around, and understood the reason in a flash, feeling a bit amused.

Is practicing while hanging upside down faster than practicing normally?
What does this have to do with anything?

“Sure, Xiaosongzi, open up a unique path of cultivation.

Xiao Feixuan, where do you want to run to? Come back!"

When Feixuan saw Chu Zhao, he turned around and ran away without thinking.

Unfortunately, he was caught after running only two steps. He kicked his two short legs twice in the air and finally became completely obedient.

Feixuan put on a flattering smile and said, "Feixuan respectfully welcomes Grandmaster Uncle back to the mountain. I just wanted to inform Grandmaster Uncle and the others."

Chu Zhao slapped him on the buttocks with a bit of amusement: "You are the only one who can talk, but it seems that you have practiced Kung Fu quite well, much better than your useless junior uncle, so I won't bother with you about this matter."

Li Fansong lowered his head, looking speechless.

Just teach him a lesson if you want, why are you dragging me down?
After all, I am now half a step away from being free and unrestrained, okay? Isn't that higher than Feixuan's realm?
Of course, he only dared to think about this in his mind, and a flattering smile also appeared on his raised face.

"My uncle-master taught me a lesson. I will definitely work hard in the future."

This time, Chu Zhao did not teach him a lesson. After glancing at him, he turned to look at Wang and his group.

"I haven't seen you for many years, and you don't know how to say hello when you see someone?"

The lost memories suddenly came back to him, and Wang Yihang couldn't help but tremble in his heart. He quickly bowed and said, "Hello, Junior Master. It's been many years. Junior Master is still as elegant as ever. No, it should be said that he is even more elegant than before."

"Oh, the Great Free and Easy Realm." Chu Zhao said with disdain: "It seems that you have been living a carefree life these years. I will give you some guidance after we go up the mountain."

"Thank you, Junior Master." Wang Yixing said this, and while bowing to express his gratitude, he transmitted his voice: "Junior Master, my son is getting married soon, please give me some face."

Chu Zhao snorted and looked at the beautiful woman and handsome young man beside him.

"Your wife and son?"

Wang Yihang hummed, "My wife Chen Feiyao, my son Wang Anping."

"I am Chen Feiyao from the Lingxiao Sect, and I am honored to meet you, Junior Uncle."

"Meet my uncle."

Chu Zhao nodded, and with a wave of his hand, a book of martial arts techniques appeared in Wang Anping's hands.

"Practice diligently in the future, and don't just slack off like your father."

Wang Anping was delighted: "Yes, thank you, uncle-master."

Seeing this, Xuan Ling said anxiously: "Uncle Master, I, I, I, and I."

Chu Zhao naturally would not favor one over the other. He glanced at Xuan Ling, and with an idea in his mind, he pointed out a technique suitable for him that was transmitted into his mind.

Then, Xuan Ling fell straight down.

"Xiao Songzi, carry your Senior Brother Xuanling on your back and go up the mountain."

As soon as they left, the people in the martial arts world present started talking about it.

"Hey, does anyone know who that person was just now?"

"With such a graceful demeanor, it's not an exaggeration to say that he is an immortal descending from the earth, but why has the world never heard of such a person in Wangcheng Mountain?"

"Could it be that he is the Taoist Sword Immortal?"

"No, if he is the Taoist Sword Immortal, Taoist Li should call him Master, not Granduncle Master."

"It's really beautiful. Do you think Wangcheng Mountain will accept female disciples?"

"I don't know whether Wangcheng Mountain accepts female disciples, but I know that your man might beat you."

"You are ignorant. Daojianxian likes to wear purple clothes. The one who flew away just now is Daojianxian." A young man in a white Confucian robe said, "The man in the green robe just now is Daojianxian's junior uncle, the retired emperor of Chu."

"Hmm? How did you know that?"

"Hey, I'm not talented, but I'm a storyteller, so I'm naturally more informed." The young man smiled and took out a stack of storybooks: "Look, everyone, this is my new storybook.

"Autobiography of the Taoist Swordsman: The story that I must tell about my junior master-uncle".

It doesn’t matter if you don’t like it, I still have “Little Master, Please Respect Yourself” and “Little Master, I Can’t Stand It Anymore”…”

"Oh, that sounds interesting. Can I take a look first?"

"Of course, brother, let me tell you... Senior Chu!" The young man knelt down and said, "Senior Chu, what I just said was nonsense. Please don't take it to heart."

The ancients liked male homosexuality even more than today.

To put it bluntly, these are all leftovers from the ancients.

Chu Zhao ignored him and casually picked up the book "Junior Master, Please Respect Yourself" and read it with great interest. He sat on the grass, surrounded by the breeze and colorful butterflies dancing around him.

The young man next to him, who was wearing a Confucian robe, looked very reserved and was sweating all over.

The young man’s surname is Sun and his name is Jinnian. He has loved reading since he was young. He accidentally heard about the deeds of the Confucian swordsman Xie Xuan and became yearning for it.

So, he said goodbye to his parents and stepped into the world of martial arts alone, hoping to learn from Xie Xuan's way of traveling around the world, reading all the books in the world, and becoming a swordsman.

But the road of the underworld is not so easy to navigate. Without money, you can't take a single step.

In order to survive, he wrote some books about gods and ghosts, which unexpectedly caused quite a stir.

Afterwards, he was noticed by Bai Xiaotang, accepted into the organization, and became a disciple of Bai Xiaotang.

Wangcheng Mountain is so lively here, so of course he wants to come and take a look.

Sun Jinnian has a special talent, which is being very friendly.

Thanks to this innate talent, he quickly became friends with the disciples of Wangcheng Mountain.

Hearing that he was going to write a book about Wangcheng Mountain, a kind-hearted disciple told him some things about Wangcheng Mountain.

Originally, the disciples of Wangcheng Mountain had always avoided talking about Chu Zhao, but after Chu Zhao returned to the mountain this time, he specifically instructed that the fact that he was a disciple of Wangcheng Mountain should be publicized.

Of course, some secrets are definitely not told.

But this is not the point. The point is that after Sun Jinnian heard the story, his heart and hands were itching.

His old illness came back and he couldn't help but write a few storybooks.

As a result, the script fell into the hands of the original owner before it was even sold.

As a member of Bai Xiao Tang, although only a peripheral member, he had heard of Chu Zhao's deeds.

For example: causing havoc in Apocalypse City.

For example: One man and one sword stopped an army of 300,000.

He naturally knew that this person was not easy to deal with and he couldn't afford to deal with him.

Anyone, especially someone of Chu Zhao's strength and status, would know that he would not tolerate being written in this way in the storybook.

At this point, we are just waiting for a result, waiting for the final judgment.

"Well, the writing is not bad, better than mine anyway, but it's a little too conservative. This kind of writing won't attract readers."

"what?"

Sun Jinnian was stunned and even suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

I thought I would be sentenced to death, but I didn't expect the person who spoke up to give such a conservative evaluation.

"What did you say? Didn't you hear clearly?"

"I heard it clearly, I heard it clearly. But senior, you...you are not angry?" Sun Jinnian asked cautiously.

"What's there to be angry about? You are just writing the story of Chu Zhao and Zhao Yuzhen." Chu Zhao smiled faintly: "Chu Zhao and Zhao Yuzhen are just two names, not exclusive to Zhao Yuzhen and me. I am not that domineering.

It’s just that your writing is too mechanical.

To put it bluntly, it is a formulaic text and you can tell the ending after reading the beginning.

In my opinion, some things are useless and tasteless to eat, but it's a pity to throw them away.

Moreover, your writing styles are somewhat similar to those of Xie Xuan. It can be seen that you are imitating him.

Do you admire Xie Xuan very much? "

(End of this chapter)