Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Cheng Mo leaned against the carriage, actually having some guesses—

If things don't change too much, Xu Xin will be the new leader of the Tang Clan.

This matter will most likely not be publicized too much.

After all, Xu Xin was one of the Thirty-Six Thieves. Although the events of that year are long past, some people still have reservations about mentioning the Thirty-Six Thieves.

Cheng Mo said leisurely, "In modern society, it's probably similar to a company's opening ceremony."

Xia He didn't believe it: "The Tang Clan is a major sect with a history of over a thousand years. It should be comparable to a large company going public and ringing the bell, right?"

Cheng Mo thought for a moment and said, "Hmm, that's possible."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The train sped along the tracks, the mountains outside the window grew greener and greener, and the air became increasingly fresh. .

The two got off at the next stop and bought tickets to Sichuan.

……

The train station in Sichuan is much larger than that in Qin Chuan. People come and go, and the sounds of announcements, footsteps, and rolling suitcase wheels all mix together, making it so noisy that it gives you a headache.

As soon as Cheng Mo and his companion exited the station, they saw Wang Zhenqiu leaning against a pillar with a lollipop in his mouth. He smiled and waved when he saw them.

Cheng Mo walked over and looked him up and down a few times: "Hey, Qiu'er, you look to be in good spirits."

Wang Zhenqiu took the lollipop out of his mouth: "Thanks to you, that thing actually helped me improve quite a bit."

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "Don't mention it, it's all because you've cultivated diligently."

Wang Zhenqiu's smile froze for a moment: "...Why does it sound so different coming from your mouth?"

Cheng Mo looked completely innocent: "I'm telling the truth."

Xia He burst out laughing from the side.

Cheng Mo asked, "Are you coming with us to the Tang Clan?"

Wang Zhenqiu nodded: "After all, it is the largest sect in the Southwest region. As a company employee, I should go there for both reason and duty."

Cheng Mo glanced at him: "You're not a full-time employee, are you?"

Wang Zhenqiu looked around and lowered his voice: "Although you know about this, it's best not to say it out loud, lest it arouse suspicion among certain people at the top."

Cheng Mo shrugged.

Xia He looked at the two of them and asked, "What are you two talking about?"

Cheng Mo pointed at Wang Zhenqiu: "Didn't I tell you? He's a temporary worker."

Xia He suddenly realized: "Oh, I know. It's normal for the golden retriever to be blamed as a temporary worker because he acts erratically."

Wang Zhenqiu nodded: "That's right, that's exactly it, I'm just a scapegoat."

He really is the one who takes the blame.

The Tang Clan lost its leader this time, which has some connection with All-Tong. The company needs to send someone over. If there's any trouble, the temporary worker will have to handle it.

Cheng Mo glanced at him sideways: "I always felt that you weren't following us with good intentions."

Wang Zhenqiu stepped forward, put his arm around Cheng Mo's shoulder, and said with a grin, "Oh, my dear Uncle-Master, how could that be? I admire you the most."

Cheng Mo's shoulders twitched.

Wang Zhenqiu recoiled as if electrocuted: "Hiss—"

He shook his numb hands, but his eyes lit up: "Uncle-Master, what new techniques have you learned?"

Cheng Mo said calmly, "Would you like to learn some basic warlock spells? I'll teach you."

Wang Zhenqiu looked at Cheng Mo suspiciously.

I felt that this stinky Taoist priest was different from before, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what was different.

This situation made him even more uneasy.

He coughed twice and took two steps back: "Well, no need for that. Let's hurry up and go. The Tang Clan's activities are probably about to start."

Cheng Mo smiled and said, "Okay."

He took Xia He's hand: "Lead the way."

Wang Zhenqiu turned and walked ahead, his steps quick, as if he wanted to get as far away from the two of them as possible.

Xia He called out from behind, "Golden Retriever, why are you walking so fast?"

Wang Zhenqiu didn't even turn his head: "I'm afraid you'll blind me with your brilliance."

Xia He chuckled, took Cheng Mo's arm, and walked even closer.

The three of them got into a van.

They loaded another truckload of goods.

The carriage was piled with cardboard boxes and woven bags, containing drinks, snacks, daily necessities, and all sorts of other things.

Cheng Mo and Xia He were squeezed between the cargo. Wang Zhenqiu wanted to sit in the passenger seat, but Cheng Mo pulled him over.

The driver, a man in his early thirties wearing a cheap work uniform, greeted Wang Zhenqiu with a smile: "Brother Qiu, what brings you to ride in my car today?"

Wang Zhenqiu leaned against the carriage: "Isn't this where my martial uncle and my sister are going?"

The driver glanced at Cheng Mo and Xia He, then nodded with a smile: "From now on, if you need a car, just give it to me, Qiu Ge. I'll be driving everywhere anyway."

Cheng Mo added, "The employees of NaDuTong travel everywhere, which is quite fitting."

The driver chuckled, "This guy's got a funny story to tell."

The van drove out of the city and onto the mountain road.

The mountain road wound its way through the mountains, the trees on both sides grew denser and denser, and the air became increasingly... You can smell the scent of soil and leaves.

……

The Tang Clan is not far from the capital of Sichuan, nestled in a valley surrounded by towering mountains, forming a natural barrier.

Now it is widely known as the "Sichuan Martial Arts Training School".

The school is located at the foot of the mountain and covers a considerable area. It has teaching buildings, dormitories, a playground, and a canteen, and looks no different from an ordinary vocational school.

A wooden sign hangs at the school gate with the words "Shuzhong Martial Arts Training School" written in large characters. Next to it is a small sign that reads "Admissions Hotline: xxxxxxxx".

On the surface, this place teaches students martial arts to improve their physical fitness.

If a student shows extraordinary potential in martial arts, they will be selected to enter the old campus on the mountain for true extraordinary training.

The old campus on the mountain is the core of the Tang Clan.

There are century-old buildings, secluded training grounds, workshops for hidden weapons passed down through generations, and the burial grounds of disciples from all eras—Tang Tomb.

After driving for nearly two hours, we finally arrived at a valley.

At the entrance of the valley stands a stone tablet with several large characters engraved on it: "Sichuan Martial Arts Training School".

The car drove into the school and parked in an open space.

The open space was already filled with tables and chairs, covered with red tablecloths, and drinks, melon seeds, and peanuts were placed on the tables.

The room was already mostly occupied, and it was noisy. Some people were chatting loudly, some were exchanging business cards, and some were toasting.

Cheng Mo got out of the car and saw this scene: "Wow, you can't tell at all that the sect leader is dead."

Xia He slapped him hard: "Little Taoist! Don't talk nonsense."

Cheng Mo rubbed his arm, which had been slapped so hard: "Okay, okay, I won't talk nonsense."

Wang Zhenqiu looked at the two of them and felt a chill run down his spine.

I've already been tortured enough by these two along the way.

One minute you feed me, the next I feed you. One minute you lean on my shoulder, the next I put my arm around your waist. One minute you say, "Little Taoist, you're the best," the next you say, "Little He, you're so cute."

Wang Zhenqiu now deeply regrets coming with these two people.

Why didn't he think of that back then?

Why did I suddenly decide to volunteer to pick them up?

Now it's all right, finally...

Wang Zhenqiu took two steps back: "Um, you two have fun by yourselves, I'm going to talk to some acquaintances."

Xia He looked at him with a smile: "Is it that acquaintance from the Fire Virtue Sect?"

Wang Zhenqiu's lips twitched, and he ran away in a flash.

Cheng Mo and Xia He took a stroll around the martial arts school.

The school is small, with a few teaching buildings, a playground, a canteen, and a few dormitory buildings.

A banquet was set up on the playground, and quite a few people were already seated, but Cheng Mo glanced around and didn't recognize a single one.

Just as I was about to find a place to sit down, a middle-aged man in a Tang suit walked over, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Are you Master Cheng Mo?"

Cheng Mo nodded: "Yes, that's me."

The middle-aged man stepped aside and gestured for him to proceed: "Please, Master Cheng, move up the mountain."