Under one person: Irritability is the head teacher, acting as the head of Longhu Mountain

Chapter 10 Sanyang Ointment

Zhang Kuang patted Zhang Lingyu's shoulder, and said calmly: "Little Lingyu, you have to remember that what we wash is not our feet, but the mud we walk in the world!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Zhiwei and Lu Jin couldn't hold back any longer!

But Zhang Lingyu felt her scalp tingling for a while!
Zhang Zhiwei wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in at this time, how could there be such a talent in Tianshi Mansion?

Why haven't I seen Junior Brother Zhang Kuang have this side before?
Zhang Zhiwei covered his face and said: "Junior Brother, Senior Brother has never begged you for anything, can you not say that you are from my Longhushan Tianshi Mansion in the future?"

Lu Jin snatched Zhang Lingyu away, and looked at Zhang Kuang like a thief, "Nephew Lingyu must not follow you, otherwise such a pure child will be spoiled by you sooner or later!"

Zhang Kuang looked helpless, spread out his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and looked indifferent.

……

night.

The mountain behind Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Kuang sat quietly on a stone platform, with a gentle breeze blowing towards him.

Her long black hair moved with the wind, and the thin white clothes on her body were also rippling.

The tree wants to be calm and the wind does not stop.

People, always want to live a peaceful life.

But there are too many external factors that have to push us forward.

Life pressure, social pressure, food and clothing, social circle...

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

Zhang Lingyu clasped her hands behind Zhang Kuang and bowed slightly.

"Uncle, I want to ask you something."

Zhang Kuang was taken aback, turned his head and glanced at Zhang Lingyu, and said calmly, "Ask me? What's the matter?"

Zhang Lingyu had firm eyes and asked, "Master, what do you think of Zhang Chulan?"

Changing the subject, Zhang Lingyu looked a little lonely, "Master, he must have ulterior motives for doing that. Even if I ask, Master probably won't tell me, but I want to hear what you think, Uncle Zhiji."

Hearing this, Zhang Kuang sighed lightly, stood up, and his sleeves fluttered in the wind.

"Master Uncle has no opinion, but it's you..." Zhang Kuang came behind Zhang Lingyu with a flash, put his hand on the latter's shoulder, and said indifferently: "Little Lingyu, I have already forced you to accept yourself. Have you still not resolved the obstacle in your heart?"

"Uncle, I..."

Zhang Lingyu didn't know what to say for a while.

Zhang Kuang smiled at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly said in a humble tone: "Little Lingyu, tell my uncle, who can make my nephew so fascinated, that he would be ruined just by meeting him?"

When talking about this kind of topic, Zhang Lingyu resisted all over her body, her mouth stuttered, and her mind went blank.

"Uncle, I... I..."

"Hey, little Lingyu, just a little nervous."

Zhang Kuang waved his hands, and then took out a bottle of something like 'paste' from his arms.

"Little Lingyu, this is a good baby."

Zhang Lingyu's face was a bit ugly, he just felt that this 'ointment' was not a good thing at a glance.

Zhang Kuang slowly introduced: "This thing is Sanyang Paste, an old product from the last era, and the treasure of the Albizia Sect. The main ingredients are mulberry, wolfberry, golden lock yang, epimedium... and other nine kinds of sun yang. It is made with honey, and the effect is literally!"

Everyone pay attention, hello grandpa, the eyes of handsome men and beauties are looking at this side!
There was a mysterious smile on Zhang Kuang's face, and Zhang Lingyu felt a little abnormal when he saw it.

"Under normal circumstances, my uncle never shows it to others easily," Zhang Kuang said with a chuckle, "Little Lingyu, what my uncle said may be exaggerated, but the effect is not good. It can become the untold treasure of the Acacia Sect, which is enough to demonstrate its status and effect.

Today, Uncle Shi will give him to you, please treat him well~"

Sanyang ointment...

On the day I left, the coffin boards couldn't hold it down...

Zhang Lingyu just thought about it for a while, and a sense of the picture came to him, and he shook his head vigorously, like a rattle, his face was slightly red, I don't know if it was because of shame or something else.

"Uncle, Lingyu will resign now, Uncle, have a good rest at night!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Lingyu bowed deeply to Zhang Kuang, and fled away...

Zhang Kuang looked at Zhang Lingyu's fleeing back, smiled silently, then shook his head, and went back to sleep peacefully in his thatched hut.

The next day.

Zhang Lingyu yelled with horror all over her face.

"Master! Lingyu thinks the environment on the mountain is very good! No need to go down the mountain!"

"No, you're not good."

"Uncle! The air pollution at the foot of the mountain is serious, if you smoke too much, you may get lung cancer!"

"Don't be afraid, Master Uncle has lightning methods."

"Uncle! I want to say goodbye to my brothers and sisters!"

"No, you don't want to!"

……

In the courtyard of Tianshi Mansion, a group of Taoist disciples looked at the strange man dragging Zhang Lingyu with puzzled faces.

They have all stayed on the mountain for several years, but they have never seen that man with a dusty temperament.

But Zhang Lingyu called him uncle again, and these people were a little out of their wits for a while.

What's the situation?

Brother Lingyu, did he commit any crime?
How do you feel like you are about to be arrested and tortured?
Also, Zhang Lingyu made a mistake, shouldn't it be the celestial master Zhang Zhiwei to punish?

how……

All the Taoist disciples raised their heads and looked at the old heavenly master Zhang Zhiwei and his master Tian Jinzhong who were standing aside watching the play.

Are they smiling all over their faces at this moment? !
Unbelievable!
I should still be dreaming!
For a moment, they were in a daze, not yet able to distinguish whether this feeling was reality or fantasy.

……

Wednesday, August 4rd.

Today my uncle took me to a small alley. He said that the smell of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley, but the fear of meeting old people in the alley.

……

Sunday, October 4.

Tonight, my uncle took me to a bar to dance disco. I was hit by so many beautiful big sisters and dizzy. The place was full of mixed smells of cigarettes, alcohol, and perfume.

……

Friday, November 4nd.

The uncle said that he has nothing to do today, so he can wash his feet.

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Saturday, October 4.

The uncle said that he has nothing to do today, so he can wash his feet.

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Tuesday, July 4.

I have nothing to do today, so I can wash my feet.

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Thursday, November 4.

All right, wash your feet.

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October 4, Sunday.

There is something to do, there are still two days left, and the Luo Tian Dajiao will start. The uncle said that I have achieved a small success in everything except xinxing, but in the next second, he said, there is nothing to do today, I can go wash my feet...

(End of this chapter)