Chapter 364 A Thunderclap in Dry Land, the Divine Strategy of the Marquis of Wu
Chapter 364 A Thunderclap in Dry Land, the Divine Strategy of the Marquis of Wu
After receiving a nonchalant glance from Daoist Yunlong, Wang Ye seemed to be injected with adrenaline, leading Zhuge Qing towards the training ground. Their speed was much faster than their previous leisurely pace.
"Master Wang Ye, why aren't you walking slower?"
Zhuge Qing quickly caught up with Wang Ye's fleeing pace, and looked at Wang Ye's now relaxed and tired expression with amusement.
Wang Ye didn't care about Zhuge Qing's teasing. In a flash, he had already crossed six or seven mountain steps, and the outline of the training ground was clearly visible.
"We can't be slow, we can't be slow, if we're any slower Master Yunlong's Tai Chi Cloud Hands will come crashing down."
When they were still a few feet away from the training ground, Wang Ye's figure suddenly transformed into wisps of breeze. The breeze swirled and shifted in an instant, and almost at the same time, his figure reappeared from the breeze, but he was already standing safely in the training ground.
"Master Zhuge, I'll ask you one last time: are you truly ready?"
Standing in the center of the field, Wang Ye looked at Zhuge Qing seriously. At this moment, he was no longer flustered and lazy as before, and his words and actions revealed a serious attitude.
"Discussing the Dao is no different from other matters, especially for us practitioners of the Dao. Sometimes, the Daoist heart can crumble in an instant. Cultivation is not easy, so please act with caution."
"puff--"
Upon seeing Wang Ye's serious demeanor, Zhuge Qing suddenly laughed. He covered his mouth, tilted his head, and waved to Wang Ye in the center of the arena.
"Wang Ye's words and actions now are exactly the same as what Lü Qian said back then."
"Enough! I'm here to enlighten you!"
Upon hearing Lü Qian's name again, Wang gritted his teeth, but also sighed helplessly in his heart.
Lu Qian was a good person in every way. He respected his teachers and was diligent in his cultivation. He was the ideal disciple in the eyes of the older generation. However, he had one bad point: to his fellow disciples and the younger generation, he was the embodiment of "badness".
Wang Ye initially joined Wudang Mountain to find a peaceful place for himself and enjoy the leisurely life of "gazing at the southern mountains in tranquility".
However, during his years on Wudang Mountain, Wang Ye lived a life of diligent study and practice, which completely extinguished his fantasies of enjoying life on the mountain.
Grandmaster Zhou Meng, Master Yunlong, and Grandmaster Zhou Sheng, who frequently appeared in different forms to urge him to cultivate, were like one "mountain of five fingers" after another.
The high expectations that they and the entire Wudang sect had for him filled Wang with sorrow, yet he couldn't bear to let them down.
The source of all this suffering was Lü Qian, who often didn't return to the mountain after his travels. This wicked senior brother seemed to have discerning eyes, easily seeing through Wang Ye's true nature.
A seemingly lazy and indifferent "good person" who actually likes to take on responsibilities—yes, a "good person" who can be deceived and tricked with sincerity.
Over the years, Wang has fallen into many of the "traps" set for him by Lü Qian, such as the tragic drama of Grand Tutor Zhou Meng feigning seniority, the melodramatic drama of Master Yunlong feigning injury, and the ruthless training methods of Grand Tutor Zhou Sheng...
They worked in perfect harmony, combining relaxation and leniency, strictness and gentleness, to "train" Wang Ye.
Wang Ye has long since taken on the form of a "prospective leader of Wudang," always ready to have the "purple robe and golden crown" and "golden disc and jade talisman" symbolizing the Wudang leader handed over to him.
It can be said that Wang Ye is only two people away from becoming the leader of Wudang Sect.
If he could refuse, Wang Ye really wanted to roar to the sky. He really didn't have that intention; he just wanted to be a carefree Taoist priest who could do nothing but eat and wait to die. Unfortunately, no one listened to him.
Even when the parents of the family, the wealthy Wang Weiguo and his wife, heard that their youngest son had become a candidate for the position of sect leader, they were so excited that they wanted to donate eight palaces and temples to Wudang Mountain.
This wealth, which came from his family, completely stifled Wang Ye's desire to break free. Now, if he says he won't become the sect leader, no one will believe him anymore.
Wudang Mountain and the entire Wang family in the capital, even if they had to be carried, had to be moved to that position.
"My senior brother has misled me!"
On the training ground, Wang Ye, who had been passively recalling his bitter experiences, disregarded the presence of Zhuge Qing, an outsider, and knelt down in grief, pointing one finger to the sky and striking the ground with the other.
"Boom!"
However, before Wang Ye could even confide his bitterness or grumble a few words, a thunderclap suddenly resounded in the clear sky. A bolt of lightning struck down from the cloudless and fogless sky, aiming straight at Wang Ye's raised left hand.
"boom!"
A bolt of lightning struck the ground, the straight streak of lightning grazing Wang Ye's fingertips before landing three feet in front of him. The dancing arcs of electricity in the air teased his disheveled hair, giving Wang Ye a real tingling sensation on his scalp.
Wang Ye stared blankly at the deep crater created by the lightning strike, his mind racing under the stimulation of the electric arc overhead. He cautiously glanced at the clear blue sky, only to see the next lightning bolt about to strike.
"I'm sorry, I misspoke. My senior brother loves me!"
As Wang Ye cried out from the bottom of his heart, the thunder in the sky condensed and dispersed, dispersed and condensed again, repeating this several times, but the dazzling bolt of lightning still did not fall.
"call--"
"I never imagined that my senior brother had cultivated to such a level, able to control his thoughts at will and respond to the whims of heaven and earth."
A gentle breeze caressed his face, and Wang Ye exhaled a long breath, blowing away the dust that had risen in front of him. He sullenly patted his backside, stood up, and beckoned to Zhuge Qing with his finger.
"Come on, finish this quickly, and I won't care how it ends."
"That's how it should be."
Having witnessed another good show, Zhuge Qing was not surprised by the strange phenomenon. He stood opposite Wang Ye, reached out and took off the package on his back, placed it on the ground, and slowly opened the package.
"I wonder if Daoist Wang Ye knows that my Zhuge family has two family heirlooms."
As the packages were opened one after another, Wang Ye's brow twitched twice, and a rare sense of tension rose in his heart. This was a feeling that had rarely occurred since he had mastered the Feng Hou Qi Men technique.
While curiously calculating in his mind, he answered Zhuge Qing's question, "I greatly admire the name of Zhuge Liang. I have learned a little about it. The Zhuge family has passed down two skills from ancient times to the present: Qimen and Shenji."
At this point, Wang Ye frowned, his mental calculations becoming increasingly complex. The sense of urgency made him vaguely aware of something, but he still couldn't grasp the whole picture.
"That's right. People only know that Zhuge Liang was a scholar of heaven and man, who was proficient in both ancient and modern times. He was skilled in Qimen Dunjia and Shenji. But few people know that before he married my grandmother, his Qimen Dunjia skills were far from reaching their peak."
While they were chatting, Zhuge Qing had already untied the eight large knots made of yellow cloth and white rope on the outside of the package, leaving only the last layer of black cloth covering the package, concealing the final secret.
"In other words, to uncover the truth of the [Wuhou Qimen], one must combine it with the [Wuhou Divine Strategies]!"
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