One person ascends to the Pure Huang Court

Hu Xiuwu said: "Lingyu, your cultivation has improved rapidly in the past two years."

This is not just a small talk or politeness, this is Hu Xiuwu's real thought.

Zhang Lingyu's eyes were shining, his figure was light, his breathing was long and deep, and he was full of energy. Even ordinary people who could not sense the existence of Qi could see that Zhang Lingyu was radiant.

Zhang Lingyu: "Thanks to my senior brother and master for enlightening me."

In the past, Zhang Lingyu hated Yin Wulei in his heart, thinking that he had discredited himself and that it was his own mistake and stain.

How can one practice smoothly if one harbors resistance? The reason why Zhang Lingyu had not gone astray before was because of the solid foundation laid by his Golden Light Mantra.

Since the Goblet of Fire, Zhang Lingyu finally began to face up to his Yin Wu Lei, began to accept Yin Wu Lei, and the fact that he was not the perfect person in his mind, the perfect heir of Longhu Mountain, and reconciled with himself.

After the pent-up energy dissipated and his mind became clear, Zhang Lingyu's practice naturally went more smoothly and his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds.

The kidney water is full and the liver wood is flourishing, which makes Zhang Lingyu's vitality more vigorous, and he looks more energetic and tough.

"You did nothing wrong in the first place. You were just too stubborn. Now that you have let it go, bring your first love up here for the Heavenly Master to see."

Although Hu Xiuwu's words did not seem to mention himself, he actually had selfish motives.

As long as Zhang Lingyu leads people up the mountain, such big news will definitely spread throughout Longhu Mountain, and Hu Xiuwu can then take the opportunity to satisfy his curiosity.

Zhang Lingyu was obviously not good at talking about this kind of topic. He suddenly felt awkward and his hands suddenly felt redundant and he didn't know where to put them.

If other people asked about this, Zhang Lingyu would definitely tell them to get lost, but he always regarded Hu Xiuwu as his brother. In his heart, Hu Xiuwu, Tianshi and other senior brothers were all elders whom he should respect.

Zhang Lingyu, who respected teachers, could not treat Hu Xiuwu the same way he treated other people. He could only stammer and gloss over the matter like he would meet an elder who likes gossiping during the New Year holidays.

Fortunately, Hu Xiuwu just joked and didn't delve into it too much. He just turned his head and looked in the direction of the breeze from the canyon:

"They are here. Professor Dumbledore really did not hide his identity at all. This kind of majestic and profound Qi, as vast as the ocean, is only possessed by him, except for the Heavenly Master."

Knowing that Hu Xiuwu would not joke about serious matters, Zhang Lingyu stood up, straightened his clothes, stood upright in the canyon, and waited for Dumbledore to arrive.

He now represents Longhu Mountain, and his neglect of guests is a smear on the reputation of Longhu Mountain.

Dumbledore and Snape came to Mount Longhu at this time, not only because of the invitation of the Heavenly Master, but also because of the instructions of the Ministry of Magic, to check the storage of the Goblet of Fire.

Of course, this was just an excuse. The main reason was that the Ministry of Magic was about to change its leadership, and Fudge did not want Dumbledore to be in the country and interfere with the election results, even though he knew that his chances of succession were slim and even though Voldemort was lurking in the dark.

Soon, Dumbledore, wearing an old-fashioned cloak, led Snape, who was wearing a dark suit and cloak, up the mountain.

This thousand-foot-deep canyon naturally could not stop the two top wizards from the West.

Reaching the edge of the cliff, Dumbledore smiled, but did not stop and walked towards the cliff.

Behind him, Snape waved the wand in his hand, and the stone wall on their side of the cliff expanded and extended outward like dough in an oven, forming a stone bridge that just happened to wrap up several iron chains, just like dough wrapped around meat filling.

Just as Dumbledore stepped down, the stone bridge extended to his feet, and Dumbledore walked over steadily.

The stone bridge was like a rock snake, built on the edge of the cliff at the back mountain, and brought Dumbledore and Snape to the back mountain.

Zhang Lingyu stepped forward to greet them and bowed: "Principal Dumbledore, Professor Snape, welcome to Longhu Mountain."

Dumbledore spoke kindly in Chinese with a strange accent, "Oh, it's Lingyu. We haven't seen each other for a long time. And Hu Xiuwu, Harry and the others mentioned you very often, and Hermione even said she wanted to thank you."

Hu Xiuwu stepped forward and said, “I just gave them some insignificant ideas.”

Hu Xiuwu and Hermione have always been in contact. Hermione once exchanged learning experiences of Occlumency and Transfiguration with Hu Xiuwu. Last year, under Hu Xiuwu's remote guidance, he drove out Umbridge, Fudge's subordinate who had accidentally extended his political life for a year and was sent into Hogwarts.

Zhang Lingyu said: "The Heavenly Master and several elders are waiting for you in the Taoist temple."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go see him."

Hu Xiuwu said: "By the way, Professor Dumbledore, I have a small matter and I hope I can get your help."

"Oh, what's the matter?"

Hu Xiuwu raised his left wrist, and the jade bracelet came to life. The dragon on his wrist raised its head and looked at Dumbledore.

"Could you please, Professor Dumbledore, help me store a spell?"

Chapter 322 The truth

Dumbledore believed in Hu Xiuwu's character, and the spell he asked for was not an Unforgivable Curse, Fierce Fire, or other dangerous spells, so he generously filled Hu Xiuwu's three thousand feet with a spell.

The little dragon coiled on his wrist swallowed Dumbledore's magic in one gulp. The black pearl under its chin rippled with a layer of colorful ripples like the surface of a pearl, and then returned to dimness. The dragon also coiled around Hu Xiuwu's wrist again.

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore."

After thanking Dumbledore, Hu Xiuwu also keenly noticed that Dumbledore used his left hand instead of his usual right hand when casting spells, and his right hand seemed to be dislocated and hung at his side.

Hu Xiuwu asked hesitantly: "Professor Dumbledore, are you..."

Dumbledore interrupted Hu Xiuwu and said with a smile, "We have delayed a little time, so we should go see the Heavenly Master as soon as possible. I am also very curious about this Longhu Mountain. Can Lingyu introduce it to me?"

Zhang Lingyu quickly replied: "Of course, I will lead the way for Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore changed the subject, and Hu Xiuwu tactfully stopped talking. Although he had several dealings with Dumbledore at Hogwarts, their relationship was not as close as that between Hermione and Harry.

The most taboo in socializing is to talk about deep things with someone you just met. Since Dumbledore was unwilling to say more, Hu Xiuwu did not ask any more questions. As Dumbledore was a centenarian and one of the only top masters in the world, Hu Xiuwu did not need to worry about him.

Hu Xiuwu and Zhang Lingyu took Dumbledore and Snape to see the old Taoist priest. Zhang Lingyu introduced the scenery of Longhu Mountain to Dumbledore.

Along the way, Dumbledore and Snape behaved in completely different ways. Dumbledore seemed to be very interested in this oriental sacred mountain. He asked Zhang Lingyu many questions and often stopped to appreciate the beautiful scenery. Snape, on the other hand, was just the opposite. He followed him with a gloomy face. He never smiled or spoke along the way, and looked like he had a lot on his mind.

Snape's abnormal behavior, combined with the letter Hermione had sent him before, made Hu Xiuwu realize that things were probably not peaceful in Britain right now, and Dumbledore's appearance this time might not be that simple.

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Because Dumbledore walked slowly, as leisurely as if he were taking a stroll after dinner, the sun was almost setting when they arrived at the small courtyard where the Taoist priest lived.

The place where Tianshi lives is no different from other places in Longhu Mountain, with small courtyards made of blue bricks, white walls, wooden pillars and stone tiles.

However, because the Heavenly Master lives here, this place has become solemn and sacred in the hearts of the people of Longhu Mountain.

Normally, few people come to disturb the Heavenly Master's peace, but today the yard is very lively.

Many participants of the Luotian Grand Ceremony gathered in the courtyard.

Lu Linglong, Zhi Jinhua, Xiao Xiao, Wang Ergou and others were all there, even Xu Si was in the house, but Xu San and Feng Baobao were not there.

Hu Xiuwu was not surprised, and even had a tacit understanding with Zhang Chulan.

Most of the Ten Lords were eyewitnesses of the Jiashen Rebellion, and it is very likely that some of them knew Feng Baobao. That is why when Zhang Chulan was asked to leave by Lu Ci and Wang Ai last time, they asked Feng Baobao to find Xu San and Xu Si instead of following him to meet the Ten Lords.

Zhang Lingyu didn't know what was going on. Just when he was about to ask Xiaoyu, the Taoist boy from Tianshi Mansion who was standing outside and watching the fun, about the situation, he heard a frivolous and scoundrel voice coming from inside the house.

"Hey, Master Lu, I have to kowtow to you too."

Then, inside the room, a virgin with a ponytail and wearing a Naduotong employee uniform was seen kowtow-king.

Both Snape, who had a cold face, and Dumbledore, who was always gentle to others, were a little stunned when they saw this.

Dumbledore said in a puzzled tone, "Hmm? Lingyu, is this kind of etiquette still preserved in Longhu Mountain? Should we do the same?"

"No, absolutely not!" Zhang Lingyu was so embarrassed that even his voice sounded shrill, his head felt swollen and he had a terrible headache.

Even without seeing the face, he could guess who was the person who could enthusiastically do such a shameless thing in public.

Zhang Lingyu gritted his teeth secretly and for the first time in his life, he began to rebel: Master, I have no objection to letting Zhang Chulan return to Longhu Mountain, but you still have to think more about letting him become a Heavenly Master.

Hearing the noise outside the house, Zhang Zhiwei looked up and said, "Oh, Professor Dumbledore is here! Junior brother, that is the friend I told you about when I met him abroad."

Sitting in a wheelchair with his limbs broken and his eyes red, Tian Jinzhong was slightly interested: "Is that the Western alien who is as good as you that you mentioned, brother?"

Zhang Zhiwei laughed heartily, stood up to greet Dumbledore, and introduced Tian Jinzhong and his old friend Lu Jin who were present to Dumbledore.

He even introduced Zhang Chulan, who was still kneeling on the ground, to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore said humorously: "I don't need this little friend to kowtow."

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said, "Mr. Dumbledore, you can see that I still have some things to deal with. Let my apprentice take you to the guest room to rest. How about I come to see you when I'm done?"

Dumbledore was very reasonable: "Of course, I also happen to have something I want to discuss with you in detail."

Zhang Lingyu, who just didn't want to see Zhang Chulan's tricks anymore, couldn't wait to lead Dumbledore away. Before leaving, he glared at Zhang Chulan fiercely, asking him to restrain himself and not be so presumptuous and frivolous.

Zhang Chulan understood Zhang Lingyu's threat and gave him a reassuring look.

Admit mistakes with a good attitude and never procrastinate, but be determined not to change.

Seeing that Zhang Lingyu had taken the outsiders away, Lu Jin finally revealed the truth and told Zhang Chulan the real purpose of their Luotian Dajiao.

Nadutong cooperated with the Lu family, using the Tongtian Talisman and Zhang Chulan as bait to capture the Quanxing monster.

But these were not what Zhang Chulan cared about. He knelt on the ground with his head down, silent for a moment, with his mouth tightly closed. He realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Although he had obtained a lot of information about the Jiashen Rebellion from his uncle Hu Xiuwu, Hu Xiuwu himself did not know much. Most of the things he heard from others.

But now there are three eyewitnesses of the Jiashen Rebellion in front of him, if he can get some clues from them.

Maybe we don’t have to wait until we win the Luotian Dajiao to find out what happened to Grandpa back then, and there may also be some clues to Sister Baoer’s life experience.

Zhang Chulan slammed his head to the ground, tears streaming down his face:

"Master, Master Tian, ​​please tell me the truth of that year. I want to know what happened to my grandfather. Did he really become sworn brothers with the people of Quanxing?"

The crying was mournful and moving. Zhang Chulan vented all the negative pain that had accumulated over the past twelve years and tried to move the three elderly people with his true feelings.

Unlike the opponents he usually faced, these three old men had experienced a lot of vicissitudes of life. They had been through all kinds of hardships and seen all kinds of hypocrisy. So if he wanted to get words out of them, he could only use his true feelings to break through their defenses and use his weakness to arouse their sympathy.

Tian Jinzhong showed reluctance, Zhang Zhiwei put his hands in his pockets, closed his eyes and remained silent.

Lu Jin couldn't stand this, and said angrily: "Look, Old Zhang, what have you done to this kid? What's the point of telling others about those little things back then?"

"Hey, you youngsters, go out first and close the door."

"Well, who are you and why haven't you left yet?"

The rest of the younger generations, including Lu Jin's great-granddaughter, had all gone out, leaving only the young man who had just come with Zhang Lingyu, still standing quietly by the side, looking as if nothing had happened.

Hu Xiuwu stepped forward and saluted: "I am Hu Xiuwu, a disciple of Master Zhang Huaiyi."

Tian Jinzhong was shocked: "The disciple of the big-eared thief? That guy not only has a grandson, but also a disciple?"

Zhang Zhiwei vouched for Hu Xiuwu: "Xiuwu is indeed Huaiyi's disciple."

"Xiu Wu, Hu Xiu Wu, this name sounds so familiar."

Tian Jinzhong chewed on Hu Xiuwu's name several times, and it seemed to him that he had heard this name before. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he glared at Zhang Zhiwei with his eyes wide open:

"Wait, isn't he the person that Senior Brother mentioned two years ago? You old man, you are still talking nonsense now. You knew about Huai Yi's news two years ago, but you didn't even tell me!"

Zhang Zhiwei sighed, "When I found out, Huaiyi was already dead. Telling you would only add to my sadness. If Chu Lan hadn't been discovered, I would rather you never know about this."