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

"These words are not meant for your family. If they are spread out, the Jiashen Rebellion will end here!"

As Zhang Jingqing finished speaking, a muffled thunder sounded in the sky.

He turned around and left on his own, taking the Longhu Mountain disciples and Zhang Taichu away.

From beginning to end, he never made a move.

But no one from the Wang and Lu families dared to stop them.

After a long time, when the figure in the wind and snow disappeared into the distance, Wang Ai finally straightened up, sweating profusely.

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After this day, as the news spread.

The world is shocked!

Zhang Taichu, with his own strength, killed all the major sects in the world of extraordinary people.

Longhu Mountain took strong action and made its position clear, determined to end the Jiashen Rebellion.

One person and one sect suppressed a chaos that affected the alien world.

This is the end.

The curtain finally fell——

Chapter 6: All the old friends have grown old

Time passes quickly.

The Jiashen Rebellion came to an end after the Battle of Guanshan Gorge.

In the blink of an eye, decades have passed, old friends have passed away, and as the past history is buried, it gradually becomes unknown.

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The year 2015.

Jiangxi Province, Longhu Mountain.

It is the Grain Rain season, and the grass and trees are green.

Although it has been regulated by the Tourism Bureau, Longhuqian Mountain, as a scenic spot, is still as lively as before. There is an endless stream of tourists coming here to fulfill their vows and burn incense, and it is very bustling in and out of the mountain.

In the Longhu Back Mountain, which is unknown to ordinary people, although it was very quiet in the past, it is surprisingly popular today.

At this moment, there was a shadowy figure on the bluestone road leading deep into the back mountain.

They are extraordinary people from all major sects across the country, who were invited by Longhu Mountain to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony held every few years.

According to the news, it seems that this year's Luotian Grand Ceremony is different from previous ones, and many eyes are watching secretly.

"Oh! It's actually the appearance of a celestial being. You will surely live a long life!"

"Well, I didn't want this thing to appear in the world! But since it is destined to be with you, I will pass it on to you!"

"This is a patterned jade bead made from the ten thousand year old Fire Kirin crystal. Wearing it can make evil spirits retreat. It doesn't cost ninety-eight thousand, it doesn't cost nine thousand eight, it only costs ninety-nine-eight!"

A bald master in a monk's robe was constantly promoting an agate necklace in his hand, causing the woman in front of him to light up with eyes.

"Wow! I want it! I want it!" The woman with long hair exclaimed, her big eyes shining and her pretty face full of longing.

She reached out her hand and took out a handful of banknotes from her pocket, intending to buy the Fire Spirit Crystal Jade Bead, but was stopped in time by a gentle man with glasses: "Baby, this is a lie!"

A handsome young man at the side saw this and could only pat his forehead helplessly: "Sister Baoer, you are so mean, how can a monk come to the famous Taoist mountain to chop down a fire unicorn?"

The young man had messy hair, a clean face, a well-proportioned figure, and was wearing a khaki work suit.

His name is Zhang Chulan. He came to Longhu Mountain with his companions from Nadutong to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony.

But in fact, his real purpose was not to compete for the so-called championship of the Luotian Grand Ceremony.

"If I win this Luotian Grand Ceremony, can I meet the old Taoist priest and learn from him the secrets of my grandfather's past?" Zhang Chulan murmured to himself and made up his mind secretly.

"You want to see the old Taoist priest? Isn't that very simple?" A Taoist priest spoke in a lazy voice.

He had long hair tied in a bun and handsome features, but the thick dark circles under his eyes made him look a little listless.

The Taoist pointed his finger at a place, then took a step forward and led Zhang Chulan on the way.

The two walked side by side, and soon they came to a large courtyard with many people in it.

In the central area, there was a tall old man in a Taoist robe, accepting interviews from the media and taking photos.

The old man had white hair and beard, and looked like an immortal, but had a very friendly smile on his face. When taking pictures, he even stretched out his hands and made a "yeah" gesture.

The 65th Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu——Zhang Zhiwei!

Although he is already over 100 years old, he is still full of energy, like a tall old pine tree, without any sign of old age.

Seeing the old Taoist priest he had been thinking about right in front of him, Zhang Chulan's eyes flashed, and he walked over with the young Taoist priest.

The young Taoist priest was in front and bowed to the old Heavenly Master. He said, "You are the King of Wudang. I pay my respects to you, the old Heavenly Master."

"Master, look who I brought here."

Wang Ye said this, motioning to Zhang Chulan beside him, but the latter seemed a little hesitant, not knowing how to start.

"Oh, Chu Lan." The old Taoist priest spoke, his old voice revealed a gentle and intimate meaning. He looked at Zhang Chu Lan and said, "Call me Master."

"Your grandfather has taught you the Golden Light Curse and Thunder Method. It's not wrong to call me Master."

Hearing this, Zhang Chulan's eyes turned red and he whispered, "Master."

The old Taoist smiled and nodded in agreement. He turned his head and looked at a Taoist in a gray robe beside him: "Lingyu, please go and receive other guests on my behalf. Chu Lan and I still have something to talk about."

"Yes." The young Taoist in gray robe nodded.

His long hair fell casually, and he looked feminine and handsome. The cinnabar red spot between his eyebrows revealed his temperament that kept strangers away.

After hearing the master's instructions, Zhang Lingyu agreed softly, then turned and left. His outstanding appearance often caused some young girls to exclaim.

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In a secluded room.

Zhang Chulan knelt on the cushion, facing the old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei in front of him.

There had been a long talk.

However, Zhang Chulan did not get the answer he wanted.

"Master, why do I have to win the Luotian Dajiao before you can tell me what happened back then? What is the secret hidden in my grandfather?" Zhang Chulan said excitedly, and finally couldn't help asking.

Why did his grandfather Zhang Huaiyi rebel against Longhu Mountain?

After getting married and having children, why do you have to hide with your family?

Why did his grandfather die?

If he intended to hide all the truth, why did he let Feng Baobao entrust him with the mysterious old farmer's skills?

Is Old Farmer's Kung Fu the source of the Qi of the Eight Wonderful Skills?

What exactly happened during that turmoil?

Questions like these lingered in his mind, constantly tormenting him and urging him to seek the truth.

Facing Zhang Chulan's questioning, Zhang Zhiwei was speechless. After a long silence, he said, "Kid, I'm sorry."

"I will tell you all the answers, but not now."

"Try hard, if you can win this Luotian Grand Ceremony."

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The small door of the wooden house was pushed open.

Zhang Chulan came out with a look of disappointment on his face.

Inside the wooden door.

Zhang Zhiwei was still sitting cross-legged on the mat, seeming to recall something. After a long while, he sighed, "Junior brother, you gave me the position of Heavenly Master. Did you know the secrets hidden in the Heavenly Master Degree?"

Zhang Zhiwei murmured softly, his old eyelids closed, and memories of the past came back to his mind.

Since the battle at Guanshan Gorge, the whole world has been shocked.

And after they returned to Mount Longhu and announced it to the world, showing an extremely strong attitude, the Jiashen Rebellion came to an end.

And during that turmoil, his junior brother Zhang Taichu, who killed all the major sects, will eventually give an explanation to the world.

In response to this, Zhang Jingqing punished Zhang Taichu by imprisoning him indefinitely in a cave on the cliff behind the Longhu Mountain, and he was never allowed to leave the mountain again.

It sounded like a punishment, but everyone knew that this was Longhushan's favoritism, and no one dared to object.

In fact, Heavenly Master Zhang Qingjing did exactly that, but of course not to suppress Zhang Taichu, but to allow him to cultivate himself and improve his knowledge, so that he can better accept the inheritance of the Heavenly Master Degree and take over as the next generation of Heavenly Master.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Taichu refused the Taoist's instruction without even a second thought and even took the initiative to hide in a cave.

This wall lasted for decades.

Until the past is buried, until the old friends have grown old.

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"Junior brother, are you okay?" Zhang Zhiwei murmured to himself.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Then, a fat Taoist priest came in and said respectfully, "Master, the dark clouds on the Xianshui Rock at the back peak are about to dissipate."

Zhang Zhiwei opened his eyes, a serious look on his face.

Chapter 7: Once Out of the Gate

Xianshuiyan on the back peak is where Zhang Taichu practiced seclusion.

Since decades ago, a dark cloud has been lingering there all year round, with thunder and lightning rumbling non-stop.

"The calamity clouds are about to dissipate. Could it be that Junior Brother is about to come out of seclusion?"

When he thought of this, Zhang Zhiwei's eyes showed anticipation, but when he thought of the Luotian Grand Ceremony that was about to begin, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Many old guys from the past will come to this grand event.

"Reporting to the Heavenly Master, Mr. Lu Jin and the elders of other families have arrived at the mountain gate."

Another disciple in charge of reception came to report, bringing his thoughts back to reality.

"Got it, let's go see them." Zhang Zhiwei said, and stood up and left.

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Behind Longhu Mountain, there is Xianshui Rock.

In a deep cave, there was a figure sitting there.

He was wearing the Taoist robe of Mount Longhu, his long hair had spread to the ground, his face was obscured by thick beard and hair, and only his eyes were visible, which were tightly closed.

The figure was sitting cross-legged with five hearts facing the sky, motionless, as if he had already disappeared, but the exposed skin was glowing with a rosy jade-like luster.

There were sunken stone marks where he sat cross-legged, and all the traces revealed the vicissitudes of life, proving that he had been sitting here for who knows how many years.

If someone were to observe, they would find that his chest was still rising and falling, but the frequency was extremely low, as if it took several hours for him to breathe in and out once.

Outside the corresponding cave, there is Xianshui Rock high in the sky.

There was a thick dark cloud hovering here, forming a strange vortex shape, with thunder rumbling from time to time and lightning jumping.

At this moment, the thunder became more and more violent, but the dark clouds seemed like gradually diluted ink, showing signs of dissipating.

Another flash of lightning lashed down and hit the Xianshui Rock hard, causing a rumbling sound.

In the cave.

The skinny figure trembled, as if being gradually awakened by the thunder.

At the same time, a strange aura emanated from his body, like a gentle breeze, blowing the surrounding vines and leaves and lifting his long hair.

The energy became stronger and stronger, and the strong wind became more and more fierce, making the Taoist robe rustle and the three thousand long silk threads dance wildly, as if it wanted to wash away all the dust on the Taoist's body.

There was a crisp sound.