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

"Your Highness, what is going on?"

Wen Beijiao took two quick steps forward and asked Zhu Gaochi.

"Internal strife..."

Zhu Gaochi had a dark face and spoke briefly.

"?"

Wen Beijiao didn’t understand.

"The old man said that the young one was his master. They were having an internal quarrel."

Zhu Zhanyong explained the confusion.

"what?"

Wen Beijiao was shocked.

"Feng Zi has admitted that he is Zhang Sanfeng, the Immortal Zhang."

Zhang Xin thought about it and finally understood, then added another sentence.

It is often said that great hermits hide in the city, but it is true. This person hides himself directly in the court.

The Experimental Workshop has always been a court department.

Wen Beijiao and the alchemist looked at the two people who were still fighting on the ground like shrews.

The Taoist priest looked at him for a while, bowed to Wen Beijiao expressionlessly, and left in a decisive manner.

"Why did he leave?"

Zhu Zhanyong was puzzled.

"Everyone in the laboratory thinks that Master Zhang should be aloof from worldly affairs. He has always wanted to be with Master Zhang, but he has squatted in the toilet with Fengzi."

Wen Beijiao could understand that feeling. It was like finding out that the person you had always admired turned out to be a dirty-footed person. It was heartbreaking.

He is also very fragmented.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't feel anything. He was a man who had been chasing after a dragon for a long time. He didn't practice Taoism and didn't have any thoughts.

But Sun Biyun is not.

When Zhu Gaochi met Sun Biyun in the afternoon, he was also there. A very serious and charming old Taoist.

In a blink of an eye, a disheveled thug like a gangster was fighting with someone on the ground.

This image has been so subverted that it cannot be subverted any further.

"Have you finished editing it?"

Zhu Gaochi waited for a while before speaking to the two people on the ground.

"not yet."

Fengzi took time out of his busy schedule to answer very straightforwardly.

"A quarter of an hour."

"Need not."

This time it was Sun Biyun who replied.

"What does this mean?"

Zhu Zhanyong felt that his brain was not enough. Everyone's behavior was abnormal tonight, and they spoke only half of the sentences.

"First they pretended to be dead, then they pretended to be beaten. The master and disciple had to hold a meeting in silence."

Zhang Xin explained to Zhu Zhanyong the doubts.

"During the fight, they colluded with each other? Didn't Sun Biyun sell out his master first?"

Zhu Zhanyong couldn't understand the key point here.

"It's the same reason why your sister was very angry when your mother and I took you out of the capital without your sister. The disciple has endured for decades and is full of resentment. After venting his anger, he realized that he had caused trouble. Then the master must bear the consequences."

Zhu Gaochi understood very well.

"Oh. Okay, it's really complicated. I thought it was a fight between a master and his apprentice!"

Zhu Zhanyong had never seen such a scene before.

"If there's no blood after fighting for a long time, then it's not a real fight. It's easy to get hurt accidentally when you're sparring with your brother!"

Zhang Xin smiled and gave Zhu Zhanyong some advice.

The family of three talked as they walked.

The two people who were listening to the fight in the back listened to the conversation between the family of three, exchanged glances, stood up, let go of their hands, started to tidy themselves up, followed the family of three into the side hall side by side, and complained to each other.

"Can't you just pretend you didn't recognize me?"

Fengzi glared at Sun Biyun and growled in a low voice.

"Let Master continue to stay away from the public under the pretext of traveling?"

Sun Biyun had tidied herself up now, and looked like a Taoist immortal again, except that her eyes were rolled back with only the whites left, which was a bit scary.

"How did you recognize me? My face was covered in dust and mud! You didn't recognize me the last time I came back!"

Fengzi was very depressed.

"Humph, so you really came back, but seeing that I was busy as a dog, you ran away! Don't worry, I didn't recognize you this time, I was just trying to trick you!"

Sun Biyun was annoyed.

In fact, he had a sudden idea and took advantage of the presence of the royal family to make the matter of his master's death a reality, so that emperors would not have to come to Wudang Mountain to ask for people.

The bigger the show this emperor made, the more insecure he felt.

Seeing the palaces and halls rising from the ground, his heart sank.

He knew his own business and estimated that he would die before the building was completed.

This huge palace will have to be handed over to the next generation of disciples.

But the disciples he accepted were not talented. If the emperor summoned them in the future, if the truth was exposed, Wudang Mountain might be wiped out.

What a huge sin that would be.

When he felt Fengzi, he found that she had no pulse or heartbeat.

It is absolutely certain that this man was struck to death by lightning.

Looking more closely, I saw that Fengzi was wearing a Taoist robe, and then I started to think.

As the saying goes, there is no evidence after death.

He can make it up however he wants.

Just then an idea came to me.

Good guy, he tricked out the real master...

He had never expected this.

Now the master and disciple have dug a hole for themselves.

"You're making me so mad! It's not easy for me to change my identity!"

Fengzi was so angry that he was fuming.

How could he know that his apprentice's tricks were so tortuous?

The laboratory was very interesting and he wanted to stay there longer.

So he took advantage of being struck by lightning to hold his breath temporarily, wait for the doctor to see him, and then slowly recover. In the future, as a patient, he wouldn't have to go up the mountain with Zhu Gaochi and the others to look for him, and he wouldn't be recognized by Sun Biyun and unable to leave.

When Zhu Gaochi fails to search, can't we all go back together?

"Master, you are so unfair to me. You said you would be back after three to five years of wandering!"

Sun Biyun thought that his master was not reasonable, but he still believed in him.

Just like waiting, thirty years have passed.

"You're hard of hearing! You didn't hear clearly. I said thirty to fifty years."

Feng Zi made excuses.

"Do you think I believe it?"

Sun Biyun glanced at Fengzi.

"I don't give a shit whether you believe it or not!"

Fengzi turned her face away.

Just then I saw Zhu Gaochi's grim gaze.

"Do you believe that real person?"

Zhu Gaochi made a gesture as if he was chopping down with a knife.

"Don't be so polite, just call me Fengzi. You're so young, don't always want to fight and kill, be more polite."

Fengzi no longer concealed her feelings and stood in front of Zhu Gaochi with a carefree look on her face, but her eyes were fixed on the chair beside her.

"You are so brave. Master Zhang, please take a seat."

Zhu Gaochi took Zhang Xin's hand and sat down, then pointed at the chair and dragged out the word "please".

"Well, I won't be polite! Just stand there, you idiot who doesn't even have a master in his eyes!"

Zhang Sanfeng sat down with a smile and scolded Sun Biyun again.

"Master Zhang, is this a veiled criticism?"

Zhu Gaochi was slightly displeased.

"No need to take it personally. Taoist priests don't use roundabout ways to curse people. They usually just point directly at their noses and curse."

Zhang Sanfeng was not polite and retorted back.

"Isn't it said that monks don't tell lies?"

The conversation between master and disciple was originally meant for Zhu Gaochi and Zhang Xin to hear, and Zhu Zhanyong heard it clearly.

It's just full of bubbles, not a single word is true.