Rebirth of the Ming Dynasty: Sixth Generation of Glory, I don't want it

Following the screams from the roof, there was a series of sounds of roof tiles colliding with bodies.

Even though there was a loud storm outside, people inside the house could imagine a person struck by lightning rolling down the slope of the roof.

The scene finally stops when a heavy object falls onto the wet ground.

The thunder was never heard again.

Zhang Xin quickly asked someone to open the palace door and go out to see what was going on.

Not long after, there was a commotion outside.

First, everyone was discussing how to carry the person into the house, and then there were small exclamations one after another.

"Are you angry?"

"It seems like more air is going out than coming in. It's windy outside, let's carry it inside first."

"So heavy! Mr. Feng looks thin, how could he be so heavy?"

"The clothes must have been soaked in water. There's water and mud all over them."

"The hair is all burnt off. The eyebrows seem to still be there."

"The fingers were burnt and black."

"The guy in the True Immortal Palace is still waiting for the thunder up there! How cool! Sir, why don't you come down? It's too dangerous."

"What does he mean by waving his hand?"

"You must wait for the lightning to strike you. Never mind, let's carry Mr. Feng in first."

"Close the door, close the door, it's raining so hard."

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps entering the hall, and after the muffled sound of something heavy being put down, there was the sound of the hall door being pushed open again.

Zhu Gaochi's voice also came in:

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, oh my god! Who is this? Was he struck by lightning? Do alchemists only rely on force?"

"Your Highness, it was Mr. Feng. He and another gentleman from the laboratory went up to the roof to remove the lightning. He happened to be struck and fell down."

The young eunuch replied.

"Is this what it feels like to be struck by lightning?"

Zhu Zhanyong's voice was full of fear.

"Dad hasn't seen it either, so this should be it."

There was some uncertainty in Zhu Gaochi's voice.

"Are you still alive?"

Zhu Zhanyong asked again.

"I think he's still alive..."

Zhu Gaochi was still very unsure.

“It smells like barbecue.”

The sound of Zhu Zhanyong sniffing.

"Your Highness, is anyone injured?"

It seemed that the voice of the host of Chaotian Palace named Sun Biyun also came in.

"Hey, didn't Master Sun go back to the mountain?"

Zhu Gaochi asked

"Your Highness, I thought it was getting late, so I stayed at the foot of the mountain for one night before going up. There is a quiet room behind Yuzhen Palace where I meditate. I heard some noise just now, so I came to take a look."

Sun Biyun explained.

"That's great. Let's take a look. It's the Taoist priest who came with us. He was struck by lightning when he went up to the roof."

Zhu Gaochi was just about to call someone to come and see. The Taoists were familiar with the art of medicine, so they made way for Sun Biyun to come forward.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

While Sun Biyun was ordered to go forward to inspect, Zhu Gaochi also made arrangements one by one:

"Go get someone to invite Mr. Wen's doctor over here. Also call anyone who is close to Fengzi, since there is no sound. In case he wakes up and says a few words, we can explain his funeral arrangements. After all, he will come out with us."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Zhanyong, go in first and tell your mother that you are fine, and that everyone else is fine too."

"Yes, Dad!"

Zhu Zhanyong had just turned around and went into the house without having time to talk to Zhang Xin.

Sun Biyun outside let out a loud roar followed by a series of cries:

“Master!!! Master————”

Zhang Xin was startled by the sudden shout.

"What, who is his master?"

Zhu Zhanyong didn't react and just looked back subconsciously.

"Help my mother over there."

Zhang Xin immediately reached out.

When Zhu Zhanyong helped Zhang Xin outside, Sun Biyun's crying had not stopped yet.

"Master, please wake up! Why did you leave without telling me anything?"

"Master, you lied to me!!! You lied to me for decades! Master! I didn't know anything at that time, and you just told me to watch over the incense and ran away! I didn't dare to say a word more, and I didn't dare to do less work!"

Zhu Gaochi, with a frown on his face, looked at Fengzi who was lying motionless on the makeshift wooden bed made of several stools.

I also have the urge to howl.

Who else could Sun Biyun call her master? It had to be Zhang Sanfeng!

You Fengzi, you bastard, you knew we were looking for Zhang Sanfeng.

What does it mean that he just hid in the laboratory without saying a word and followed me all the way?

Fengzi, madman, Fengzi, wow, no wonder this man has countless names, it turns out he just keeps cheating people and having fun, right?

Also, his ultimate hope is still placed on Zhang Sanfeng!

Doesn't that mean he has no hope now?

"Master, please open your eyes and look at your poor disciple!"

"I am in great pain!!! The late emperor summoned me to the capital to question me!!! I responded to the summons again and again! Every time I was worried that I would never come back!"

"I have summoned you many times, and I always said I didn't know where you were. I really don't know! Master, you are such a jerk!"

"Now you want me to watch people build a house for you!!!"

"That house, that magnificent splendor, makes me feel so empty inside that I want to die! Look, you also died after being struck by lightning, how can you be called a master?"

"Master, I am always afraid that my head will fall off."

"Master! Master! Please wake up - your disciple can't take it anymore!"

"Why don't you find another disciple? You can't leave me alone to suffer!"

"I'm almost ninety, I want to live to be a hundred!"

"Master, please act like a human being! Do something human!"

Sun Biyun's crying continued.

For a moment, there was no other sound in the hall except the mourning-like howling of Lao Daoshi.

Even the wind and rain outside stopped.

"Master——"

"Shut up!"

Fengzi, who was lying straight and pretending to be dead, couldn't bear it anymore. He jumped up and kicked Sun Biyun directly.

The Taoist-looking and old Sun Biyun was stunned at first, then rolled on the ground after being kicked. She stood up gracefully and swiftly, glaring:

"If I don't howl, will Master leave me alone in Wudang again?"

"Get lost, I won't get up, you traitor, are you going to keep howling?"

Fengzi dragged a stool over, sat down cross-legged, and scolded.

"That's for sure!"

Sun Biyun yelled back with her neck stiffened.

"You have no sense at all. I will expel you from my sect!"

Feng Zi was extremely angry.

"Humph, chase me away! If you chase me away, who will be the one to look after the house? You won't find a disciple as hardworking and selfless as me anywhere else!"

Sun Biyun showed no sign of weakness.

Fengzi was so angry that he jumped up and started fighting with Sun Biyun with the stool under his butt.

These two people speak very fast, and their actions are even faster than their words.

Before anyone could react, they rolled into a ball.

Clearly, the postures these two people displayed looked like the unique Wudang martial art of Tai Chi, but when the two masters and apprentices fought, it was like you pulling my hair and I stealing your peaches, just like the fights between ordinary people, which was extremely vulgar.

At this time, Wen Beijiao and the Taoist priest who were invited to treat Fengzi's injuries and let Fengzi leave a last will also arrived.

Everyone stared in amazement at the palace maids, eunuchs, Zhu Zhanyong, Zhu Gaochi and Zhang Xin who had gathered in a circle to watch the two men fight.