Chinese students at Hogwarts.

The loud sound echoed among the mountain peaks, startling flocks of birds.

Many disciples at the foot of the mountain also raised their heads and listened for a while.

"Master Tian asked Master Zhou to answer the phone again?"

"should be."

"Isn't there a communication talisman? Why use this method?"

"Maybe this is the unique communication method of senior experts."

"Oh, I learned a lot!"

On the top of the mountain, after the old Heavenly Master shouted this sentence, he immediately used his technique skillfully and pointed at the communication talisman.

The voice that just popped up, "Zhang Cunyi, you old——" was immediately silenced.

Then he sealed his ear points, put his hands behind his back, and walked calmly down the mountain.

Lines of light suddenly appeared on both sides of the road, and even the little birds in the bird's nest looked at their eggs in confusion as their eggs suddenly broke open, and a communication talisman flew out with a 'whoosh' sound.

One by one, the communication symbols were like small fireworks, exploding around Zhang Cunyi.

Hahahahaha, Mr. Zhou, although your method of hiding the communication talisman is a bit better, but no matter how cunning you are, I will only seal your ears with one trick.

How should you respond?

Suddenly, the surface of a communication talisman lit up with golden light, and an invisible wave spread out from the surface of the communication talisman.

A closed ear orifice cannot prevent the incoming waves at all.

Master Tian's expression changed drastically, "Not good, I want to

An old voice exploded like thunder:

"Hahahahaha, Zhang Laolv! You didn't expect it! Listen up!

You *******, I ******* (Wudang Mountain expletive)"

The transmission of the communication talisman was still limited. After finishing this sentence, Zhang Cunyi directly "shrunk into an inch" and came to the mortal heavenly master's house.

He picked up the red handle and dialed the numbers on the old round dial.

After a while, an old voice came from over there:

"Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Zhang? You're always bored. Just call me and make a good call. You do this every time!"

Zhang Cunyi said happily: "If I don't do this, I will have to wait for at least half a day for you to answer the phone."

The person on the phone was choked up when he heard this, and muttered for a while: "Okay, okay, Zhang Laolv, what do you want from me?"

"Old Zhou, do you want a disciple? Can I give you a good seedling?"

"Good seedling?" Manager Zhou on the other side of the phone looked at the phone in his hand suspiciously. Is that old guy Zhang Cunyi on the other side of the phone? impossible.

Who doesn't know that Zhang Tianshi is famous for his 'food protection'. There are only so many new disciples in the Taoist sect every year, and he is the first to grab the good ones when he sees them.

The reason why the two of them quarreled so fiercely was because they had a quarrel when they were choosing disciples.

"How good is it?"

"Innocent and kind-hearted, humble and simple, with a pure heart!"

"What? Are you willing to give me this kind of disciple?"

Head Zhou almost had his eyes peeled. If it was just a suspicion before, he is now 99% sure that Zhang Laolu has probably gone crazy and lost his mind.

Staying humble and embracing simplicity can be regarded as a very high evaluation.

Disciples with this kind of character can cultivate very quickly, and what is even more valuable is that they have a pure and kind nature.

Everyone wants an honest, kind and honest disciple. If you add those two comments that are almost suitable for cultivating, will you go crazy?

Master Zhou, who was familiar with Zhang Tianshi's "nature", said cautiously:

"Tell me, what pits are there waiting for me to jump into?"

The old Heavenly Master said with a righteous face:

"How could a poor Taoist and powerful heavenly master do such dirty things as digging holes and harming people?

There's absolutely nothing wrong with him—that's just his identity. He's a Western-English. "

"Farewell!"

"Eh! Lao Zhou, this is your fault!" Zhang Cunyi said heartbrokenly: "It's not good to have a sect!"

Leader Zhou laughed angrily:

"What do you think of my sect? Then why don't you, Longhu Mountain, accept it?"

The Tao Sect's ban does not only control you, Longhu Mountain, but the Western Ban covers the entire China! "

"Of course I know, but first of all, there are Westerners in your Wudang sect who have learned and are open-minded."

Zhang Cunyi was prepared and immediately came up with his prepared words:

"Secondly, this son's temperament is very suitable for your Wudang. He is wise but foolish. Isn't he your favorite in Wudang?

The most important thing is - you can't really teach it. Wouldn't it be enough to just accept a named disciple or a layman who goes to the mountain to practice?

You must know that if our Taoist sect does not go out, then the registered disciples or your Wudang lay practitioners will become famous outside, isn't it just you Wudang who will be in the limelight? "

Headmaster Zhou was silent for a while: "I'll think about it! What's your name? Where are your horoscopes? I'll do the math!"

"Neville Longbottom, the horoscope seems to be the day of the seventh month of the Gengshen year.

That's awesome, Lao Zhou, can you even forget this Western name? "

Putting down the phone, Zhang Cunyi smiled proudly into the phone, "Young man, I can't cure you?"

He and Zhou Chuzhi have known each other for more than 80 years. Although they have always argued, who doesn't know that the Tianshi of Longhu Mountain and the leader of Wudang are almost wearing a pair of pants?

If Lao Zhou said he would consider it, he would agree.

Sure enough, within an hour, Lao Zhou got a reply.

You can accept people, first become a layman, and if they are really good, then consider accepting registered disciples.

The rain was pouring down, and the July rain was unhurried and unhurried, like a melodious song, very lingering.

Zhang Xiao stood in the pavilion, looking at the name of the small guest house and fell into deep thought.

If I read it correctly, the words above are - Diaoyutai.

I learned it, so this is the small guest house that dad said has a good environment and is relatively quiet?

The banana leaves were washed like emeralds by the fine rain. The round water droplets rolled on the leaves, lingering on the tips for a while, and reluctantly fell towards the ground.

A small vortex of water splashed up.

The air in the capital seemed to be particularly good in 93. After taking a deep breath and exhaling it for a long time, I felt that my whole body became a little clearer.

"Xiaoxiao, you got up very early."

Zhang Chengdao's voice came from the side and behind. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers that were common in this era.

The whole person has a lazy and casual handsomeness.

"Well, I feel more at ease sleeping at home. I always feel a sense of security that I don't know where it comes from - is it [Heaven]?"

Zhang Xiao looked at the rain curtain in a daze and asked curiously.

"Also, Dad, yesterday I felt that if it weren't for the Golden Light Curse, I might have died. How did they come in and cause trouble some time ago?"

Zhang Chengdao also looked at the rain curtain and sighed softly:

"Actually, [Heavenly Court] will only suppress you. Even if there is no golden light spell, at best you will faint.

However, the surrounding countries were more or less influenced by Taoism, especially South Vietnam and South Korea.

Many of their things come from us, which makes [Heaven's] suppression of them almost non-existent.