Under One Person: With unparalleled comprehension, I become the Celestial Master!

yesterday!

the day after tomorrow?

The old celestial master scratched his head, puzzled:

"Why do I feel like you're trying to scam me?"

Zhang Daoran, who had his arms crossed, smiled and was about to say something when...

Suddenly, footsteps came from outside the door, and then Jia Zhengliang and his group of people walked in.

The one leading them is the current village chief!

Looking at the master and apprentice before him, Jia Zhengliang said emotionally:

"Great-Grandpa, it's true! Now we really can fly on a sword!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Daoran was slightly taken aback.

He glanced at Jia Zhengliang, a hint of embarrassment in his eyes!

Upon seeing this, the old Celestial Master calmly remarked:

"The art of manipulating objects is nothing special. Learning this is so easy, anyone can do it!"

After uttering these words, the old master waved his hand, and several wooden sticks were instantly controlled and flew into the air!

The sudden scene left the old village chief dumbfounded!

They thought that the art of manipulating objects, which they regarded as a classic, had become so easy to learn in the hands of this master and disciple!

You have to understand that they didn't receive any guided learning, and they figured out how to succeed on their own!

Compared to Jiajia Village's unique approach to enlightenment, the two are not even in the same league!

The old village chief, lost in thought, sighed and said:

"As expected of a Celestial Master, he's amazing!"

"So-so," the old master waved his hand and said.

"It's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning!"

The old village chief nodded, then turned his gaze to Zhang Daoran.

Thinking to myself, based on what Liangzi said, this child can actually fly on a sword!

You should know that according to the classics on the art of controlling objects, this is the most superior method of controlling objects!

He smiled in disbelief and said:

"Little Celestial Master, I heard you can fly on a sword?"

Upon hearing the question, Zhang Daoran nodded slightly.

He glanced at the eager-looking people from Jiajia Village, then waved his hand!

Instantly, the Reverse Scale at his waist took flight!

In front of everyone, Zhang Daoran immediately stepped onto the flying sword.

With a calm expression, he glanced at the crowd and sighed:

"I wish to ride the wind and return, and dare to ask the heavens for a few stars!"

The moment those words were spoken, the entire room fell silent!

Even the old Celestial Master was stunned, looking at the rebellious disciple with his equipment, his eyes filled with envy!

After a few seconds of silence, the villagers of Jiajia Village became excited!

"This is truly flying on a sword... It's amazing! Why didn't any of our ancestors learn it?"

"That's what genius is all about; only they could learn that!"

"Sigh! I've lived my whole life and still can't even fly on a sword. What a waste of my life!"

……

Amidst the murmurs, a smile appeared on Zhang Daoran's face.

With a calm expression, he glanced ahead, then clasped his hands in a fist salute and said:

"Farewell, everyone!"

"Go away, poor man!"

After uttering these words, Zhang Daoran flew away from Jiajia Village on his sword in full view of everyone!

The old master, who was standing there stunned, was completely dumbfounded when he saw this scene!

Traitor!

Wait for me!

You traitor!

I called out a few words in a hurry, but the person had already vanished without a trace!

The old master, stunned in place, swallowed hard and could only frantically chase after it!

A month later, the weather changed drastically.

Everything withers, winter is coming!

Along the long mountain road, snowflakes fell from the sky.

Zhang Daoran, who was on his way, looked around and saw nothing but a white expanse!

It's been a year since I came down the mountain!

With a sigh, he glanced at his master behind him, then stopped and said:

"Master, what's there to see at Shaolin Temple? Why don't we go back to the mountain?"

"Experience! It's all experience!" The old Celestial Master waved his hand and said:

"We're just passing by, might as well go and take a look!"

Hearing this, Zhang Daoran was slightly speechless.

Thinking that he had been down the mountain for over a year, he was quite a veteran!

Whether it was punching the Wudang or kicking the Wang family, they almost always swept through the enemy lines!

Looking at the entire world of supernatural beings, he can be considered to have risen to fame!

But for some reason, the master still refused to return to the mountain!

Soon, the master and his apprentice continued their journey.

Finally, when the mountains were blocked by heavy snow, we arrived at the gate of Shaolin Temple.

Looking around, the entire mountain gate is magnificent and grand, exuding a Buddhist atmosphere!

Looking up at the mountaintop, a golden light shone through, which was quite magical!

As a school of thought that stands shoulder to shoulder with Taoism, Buddhism has no shortage of extraordinary individuals!

The old Celestial Master, who had arrived here, smiled and said softly:

"Master Jiekong is the current abbot. I wonder what that old fellow is doing now!"

“I’ve heard that their library and treasury are quite rich in collections. My disciple, you know what I mean, right?”

Zhang Daoran: "..."

Zhang Daoran, who was standing there stunned, swallowed hard and said:

"Master, so it turns out you didn't come here just for a visit, but to buy some goods?"

Chapter 88 Zhang Daoran: If Xiao Zizai can't suppress his anger, let him kill my master.

Restock?

What kind of goods should we stock?

The old master scratched his head, shrugged, and said:

"What nonsense! We're here to spar!"

"Isn't it normal to lose something in a friendly match?"

"Of course, we'll still split it 30/70, my good apprentice! Hehe!"

Hearing this, Zhang Daoran was speechless!

He thought to himself that other masters who brought their apprentices down the mountain did so almost exclusively for the purpose of learning.

Only his master took him down the mountain, and that was all for the purpose of making money!

Lost in thought, Zhang Daoran coughed and said:

"Master, you always use thunder magic and golden light spells to bet, aren't you afraid I'll really lose?"

"Don't be afraid!" the old master said with a smile.