Under One Person: Since I am alone, I can dominate the world

It's easy to say.

The host only needs to find a good candidate with good aptitude for cultivation, accept him as a disciple, answer his questions, and guide his progress.

Both disciples and masters can receive corresponding rewards, and they are very substantial, such as the three-year cultivation infusion of Xuantian Qi Fa as a reward at the beginning.

While experiencing the infusion, Zhang Taichu was in a trance and actually thought that after three years of hard training, the realm he had gained was extremely solid!

"It's interesting that you can become stronger by taking in disciples." Zhang Taichu thought to himself and made his own plans.

If I meet a disciple I like and am willing to recruit in the future, I can consider it again.

Let him go and search for it specifically for this purpose, that's fine.

After all, it's not like you can't survive without a system.

When he thought of this, Zhang Taichu thought of the first disciple he had just accepted today.

"Since I have accepted Lingyu as my disciple, I must take on the responsibility of a master and be responsible for him."

Zhang Taichu thought of the other party's appearance when he demonstrated Yin Wu Lei today, and immediately shook his head: "This kid's temper must be changed."

"Where should we start? What should we do?"

Zhang Taichu stroked his chin and began to ponder alone in the hut. After a while, his eyes lit up and he had an idea.

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Time passes and the sun moves westward.

When dusk arrived, the entire mountain forest was dyed with a layer of light gold. Looking up at the sky, one could see the red clouds.

On the mountain behind Longhu.

After an afternoon of preliminary competition, the first batch of contestants have been selected to enter the next round of competition.

On a small path in the woods, a group of people were walking and talking and laughing.

Zhang Zhiwei walked side by side with Lu Jin, accompanied by several younger generations.

Zhang Lingyu, Lu Linglong, Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing.

They successfully passed the afternoon trials and will take part in the second round tomorrow.

At this time, the two old men were walking in the front, and the young people behind them were in twos and threes, excitedly discussing what happened in the afternoon.

"I say, Zhang Chulan, your scene this afternoon really shocked me."

Lu Linglong crossed her arms across her chest and spoke to Zhang Chulan on the side, with a lingering sense of weirdness in her eyes as she looked at the other person.

As soon as these words were spoken, the young people around could not help but laugh out loud, and what Zhang Chulan had done this afternoon came to their minds.

They really didn't expect that the opponent would first come on the field wearing a cloak, and at the beginning he stretched out his fists, which frightened the three opponents, and then claimed that he would only duel with the strongest, which successfully triggered an infighting among the three.

Finally, while the remaining opponent was still recovering his Qi, he used Lao Liu's similar operations to gain the final victory.

A good competition was turned into Thirty-Six Stratagems by Zhang Chulan.

When they thought of this, a smile appeared on everyone's lips, except Zhang Lingyu, who had been following behind, with a calm expression, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Just then, at the corner of the forest path, a man came towards them and made the two old men in front of him stop.

The young men also froze in their tracks, and when they looked up and saw the person coming, their expressions changed immediately.

That handsome face with long hair.

It was none other than the mysterious Taoist from today, Zhang Taichu!

Seeing each other at close range at this moment, they had different thoughts, but the same thing was that they were all extremely uneasy.

Zhang Lingyu's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked up to Zhang Taichu, bowed respectfully and said, "Disciple greets Master!"

"No need to be polite." Zhang Taichu smiled happily and asked with concern: "How did you feel about the competition this afternoon?"

Zhang Lingyu: "I have successfully advanced, waiting for the next game tomorrow."

Zhang Taichu nodded, not surprised. He looked at his senior brother, smiled happily, and walked forward to greet him.

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And at this moment.

Zhang Chulan, who was standing behind, suddenly felt his eyes tremble when he saw Zhang Taichu, and strong thoughts suddenly surged into his mind.

On the surface, he did not show much concern for this mysterious man, but he already knew it in his heart.

The other party was the junior fellow of his grandfather Zhang Huaiyi, an old man who lived with Tianshi in the same era.

And decades have passed, and he still maintains his youthful appearance, as if he has returned to his original nature, similar to the situation of Feng Baobao next to him.

When all the clues were connected together, Zhang Chulan's heart beat faster.

This junior fellow apprentice of my grandfather might also know the truth of that year!

The Taoist priest is unwilling to tell me, so perhaps I can get some clues from this master?

Thinking of this, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but walk towards Zhang Taichu, bowed his head in front of him and said respectfully: "Zhang Chulan, I pay my respects to you, Master."

Faced with this scene, Zhang Taichu frowned.

As memories of the past came flooding back to him, he pondered in his mind, but said in a low voice: "Grandson of the big-eared thief? I am not your master."

It all depends on today’s follow-up reading, brothers, work hard!

Chapter 20 Zhang Chulan was criticized

"Grandson of the big-eared thief, I am not your master." As soon as Zhang Taichu finished speaking, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became much more gloomy.

There was a complexity in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes.

The younger generations standing behind him didn't dare to speak and silently watched the changes in the field.

Zhang Chulan's body trembled as he bent down. He was surprised. He had not expected that the first time he greeted this master whom he had never met before, this would be the result.

Could it be that his grandfather Zhang Huaiyi actually had some grudge against this mysterious master who suddenly appeared today?

For a moment, he was at a loss, but after quickly calming down, Zhang Chulan said in a low voice: "You and my grandfather Zhang Huaiyi are brothers from the same sect, so I respect you as my master. If you don't like it, can you let me know the reason?"

With this sentence, he was also testing Zhang Taichu. He wanted to learn as much as possible about his grandfather's past from the other party's answer and find the hidden secret.

Hearing this, Zhang Taichu snorted coldly and said, "Zhang Huaiyi, that big-eared thief, makes me upset when I mention him. What I hate most is his self-righteousness. Back then, he said he didn't want to implicate Longhu Mountain, but he ran away in disgrace, hiding like a rat crossing the street."

"But what happened in the end? What was the result? Was the situation any better? Didn't it still bring disaster to fellow disciples and hurt more innocent people? This big-eared thief is just an idiot. If he had listened to me, there wouldn't have been so much trouble."

Listening to these secret pasts, Zhang Chulan's eyes trembled. He couldn't help but raise his head and look at the Taoist priest in front of him with a cold face, and asked: "Master, tell me what happened back then? What did my grandfather do? Why do you call him a thief? Did he really betray Longhu Mountain? In the end, why did he die?"

Zhang Zhiwei on the side finally couldn't help but speak: "Chu Lan, some things have passed, don't dwell on them anymore."

"If you really want to know the answer, I'll tell you, but not now—"

As Zhang Zhiwei spoke, he looked at his junior fellow apprentice Zhang Taichu again, revealing an expression of reluctance, and signaled the other party to stop talking.

And Zhang Taichu also saw all of this.

When he heard Zhang Chulan talking about Zhang Huaiyi's death, he frowned, and a hint of sadness also flowed deep in his eyes, but he hid the emotion very well.

He then looked at Zhang Chulan, the corner of his mouth curled up, and a sneer appeared on his face: "What if I told you? With your personality, you are just like your grandfather, secretive and timid."

"Zhang Chulan, even if I tell you, what can you do for him?"

"I passed by the martial arts arena this afternoon and happened to see your competition. In my opinion, it was just a trick to show off your weirdness. You made this Luotian Grand Ceremony a mess."

"My Tianshi Mansion's Golden Light Curse, Thunder Method, and your grandfather's Qi body source, where have you learned it? You are looking for your grandfather's secret while disguising yourself and fearing the past. Zhang Chulan, what are you afraid of?"

Zhang Taichu's words were merciless and stabbed into Zhang Chulan's heart like a knife, causing the latter to stagger, his face turned pale, and he froze in place for a moment.

Zhang Taichu, looking at the other person's dazed and dejected appearance, still kept a cold expression.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of his senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, come here, I have something to talk to you about."

Having said that, he turned around and left without even looking at Zhang Chulan, and motioned Zhang Lingyu to follow him.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhiwei sighed softly, then took a step forward and followed Zhang Taichu's pace.

The three of them quickly left the place.

Even after Zhang Taichu had walked a long way away, Zhang Chulan still stood there, his hands hanging limply, his eyes slightly red.

Around him, a group of young people couldn't bear the pain and rushed over to try to calm him down.

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At the same time, on the forest path.

Zhang Taichu and Zhang Zhiwei walked side by side in front, and Zhang Lingyu followed obediently behind.

After leaving the younger generation, Zhang Taichu let out a long sigh, and his cold face turned back to his casual and unrestrained look of the past.

Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but ask, "Junior brother, what you just said to Chu Lan about Huai Yi, are you really thinking about it?"

Zhang Taichu curled his lips, put his hands behind his back, and said softly: "I used to think this way, but after so many years, I have let go of what I should let go of."

Zhang Zhiwei was a little puzzled: "Then why did you mention it in front of Chu Lan's doll again? Do you know how much unnecessary confusion and pain this will bring him?"

Zhang Taichu said without hesitation: "Brother, you didn't see far enough."

"Zhang Chulan's temper is exactly the same as that of Huaiyi's big-eared thief. He thinks he is very smart because he is cautious in every step, but he is just self-righteous. If we don't beat him up and change his temper as soon as possible, he will only suffer more."

This was the real purpose of what he had just said to Zhang Chulan.

How could he have any real hatred towards his senior brother Zhang Huaiyi? And how could he hate his descendants?

Even in the afternoon, he went to watch Zhang Chulan's match in the martial arts arena specifically, wanting to see how his old friend's grandson performed.

Zhang Zhiwei fell silent after listening to Zhang Taichu's words.

After a long while, he said with a strange expression, "So you are not really rejecting that little kid Zhang Chulan?"

Zhang Taichu smiled happily, turned around and said to his bearded senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, "Brother, you have only just come to your senses. It is true that you are getting older and your mind is slow."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lingyu, who was following the two, froze in his expression. He didn’t expect that his master and Heavenly Master would talk so—uh, casually?

Hearing Zhang Taichu's complaints, Zhang Zhiwei shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "I'm old now. I've been busy in the Tianshi Mansion for decades. There are too many things in my mind. Maybe I'm not very smart anymore."

"Hiss, Senior Brother, judging from your tone, you seem to be somewhat dissatisfied with your position as Heavenly Master?" Zhang Taichu pretended to be surprised.

Zhang Zhiwei's face fell when he heard this, but he said with some resentment: "Junior brother, if the position of Heavenly Master was easy to sit on, you wouldn't have pushed it to me back then."

Zhang Taichu raised his eyebrows and said, "Hey, Senior Brother, please don't put the blame on me."

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too shy and unable to refuse Master."

In this regard, Zhang Zhiwei could only sigh helplessly: "If not, it has to be you, Junior Brother."

Zhang Taichu said nothing and walked on his own with a relaxed look on his face.

There will be another update in the early morning!

Chapter 21: Even the great grandfather got slapped in the face

The two brothers walked on the road, chatting from time to time, laughing and scolding, and seemed to be very happy.

But all this made Zhang Lingyu, who was following behind, so confused that he wanted to cover his ears.

No matter whether it was the Heavenly Master or his own master, the way they spoke privately at this moment was completely different from the impression they usually showed to others.

As Zhang Lingyu thought about it, he vowed to keep what the two elders talked about to himself.

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The group walked along the path behind the mountain and came to an intersection.

Two roads extend from the fork in the road, one leading to the front mountain and the other leading to Zhengyi Temple.

Zhang Taichu stopped here, looked at his senior brother Zhang Zhiwei and said seriously: "Senior brother, now it's time to talk to you about business."

Zhang Zhiwei heard this and asked seriously, "What's wrong, Junior Brother?"

Zhang Taichu waved his hands, stretched out his hand from his Taoist robe, and stretched it directly in front of Zhang Zhiwei: "Give me money."

Zhang Zhiwei looked puzzled and asked, "Money?"

"Yes, I want money."

"What do you need money for?"