allendalepharm Chapter 59: So you guys hit my brother?
Chapter 59: So you guys hit my brother?
Chapter 59: So you guys hit my brother?
"Grandpa?"
Upon hearing this address, everyone—Wang Ye, Zhang Lingyu who was beside the Old Celestial Master, and Xu San who had just arrived—was stunned.
No way—dude, the person standing opposite us is Zhang Zhiwei, the universally acknowledged master of Longhu Mountain!
Your address of "Grandpa" sounds so awkward, even though the Celestial Master is indeed very old and of a high seniority.
It felt like I was greeting an old man playing chess at the entrance of an alley. Were we that close?
Even the old master Zhang Zhiwei was taken aback.
That voice—instantly pulled him back five years. On that occasion, he had been invited by his old friend, Dean Isaac Taber, to visit Flammel College in England.
In the dean's office, which was filled with ancient books, he met a child.
The child was lively yet a little shy, and his clear eyes were always secretly observing him with curiosity.
Images from my memory flashed through my mind.
The old master looked at the young man in disbelief.
Her facial features still vaguely resemble those of her younger self, but her overall demeanor has changed completely. She is now calm and almost aloof, with no trace of her former carefree nature.
"noob?"
A hesitant, soft call escaped her lips.
Immediately afterwards, a smile bloomed on the old master's face, a smile even more warm and friendly than when he had just seen Zhang Chulan.
"Oh dear, look at how senile I am!" The old master slapped his forehead, walked forward with a smile, and said with a sigh, "When you get old, your memory gets worse, I almost didn't recognize you! Sorry, hahaha."
"I didn't expect you to be back, kid."
He walked up to Lu Xiaobai and, with perfect ease, reached out and, just like five years ago, habitually patted Lu Xiaobai's head, as if time had not passed at all.
Lu Xiaobai did not flinch, letting the warm, broad hand land on his hair. He quietly looked at the old man before him, who, in his memory, seemed untouched by the passage of time.
The old master withdrew his hand, carefully examining him, his tone carrying a hint of elder's teasing and barely perceptible concern: "Hehe, Little Bai, this time you're back, you can't be as naughty as you were when you were a child. This old man's Longhu Mountain is too small to withstand your antics any longer."
He paused, a hint of a sigh in his voice, "Ah, it's good that you're back, it's good that you're back—"
The old master rambled on and on, spouting seemingly random and nonsensical words.
He actually knew very well what Lu Xiaobai had gone through over the years.
That mischievous boy who used to be full of ideas that gave people headaches, fearless and even dared to secretly burn his precious beard, has now become someone who keeps strangers at bay and is taciturn.
These tremendous changes made even this seasoned old man sigh with emotion.
It can only be said that life is unpredictable and fate is capricious. Some things change people and can never be undone.
Xu San, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded.
Zhang Chulan was speechless: No way, bro!
I was just recognizing my relatives! How could someone steal my thunder halfway through? What happened to my spotlight?!
Wang Ye stood aside, watching the unusual interaction between the Old Master and Lu Xiaobai with great interest, his eyes flickering, seemingly pondering something.
Zhang Lingyu's gaze also fell on Lu Xiaobai, his cool eyes filled with inquiry, and a complex meaning that even he himself couldn't quite figure out.
The old master's attitude towards this suddenly appearing "newbie" was clearly unusual.
"Alright!" The old Celestial Master gently patted Lu Xiaobai's shoulder, breaking the brief silence, and turned to Zhang Lingyu, instructing, "Lingyu, take Xiaobai to the back mountain first. The Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is about to begin, we'll be there shortly."
He then looked at Zhang Chulan: "Let's go, Chulan. I know you have a lot of questions on your mind. Come inside and let's talk."
After speaking, the old master gave Lu Xiaobai a gentle look, then turned and walked towards the courtyard behind him. Zhang Chulan and Xu San quickly followed.
"This way, please, benefactor."
Zhang Lingyu nodded slightly to Lu Xiaobai, indicating the direction.
His address was slightly formal, clearly indicating that he was not yet used to this stranger who had suddenly appeared and made his master so close.
Lu Xiaobai glanced at Zhang Chulan and the others who had walked away, and then looked at Feng Baobao, who was intently fiddling with the Fire Qilin Buddhist beads as if she were studying some priceless treasure.
He showed little expression, simply nodded to Zhang Lingyu, and, with the clearly out-of-focus Feng Baobao in tow, followed this high-ranking martial artist from Longhu Mountain toward the back of the mountain.
Wang Ye watched their departing figures, then slowly walked away, disappearing without a trace.
The three of them walked through a relatively lively area, where they could see many small groups of passersby moving in the same direction.
However, since Zhang Lingyu, who was leading the way, was naturally aloof and taciturn, and Lu Xiaobai was even more silent, while Feng Baobao was completely immersed in her own world of Buddhist beads, the three of them did not exchange a single word along the way.
Zhang Lingyu led the two along a path where fewer tourists were walking.
The road began to become rugged, with ancient trees towering on both sides, their branches and leaves blocking most of the sunlight, creating a secluded and tranquil atmosphere.
Now, one can only occasionally see a few extraordinary individuals dressed in various styles, all hurrying in the same direction, the air thick with tension and anticipation for the impending great battle.
After passing through a dense forest, the view suddenly opened up before us.
Ahead was a steep cliff, its walls as if carved by a knife and axe, its bottom unseen.
Connecting the two ends of the cliff are only a few thick ropes, which sway slightly in the cold wind above the deep valley, emitting a low hum.
Looking closer, a hundred meters below the rope is a rushing river, adding to the perilous nature of the place.
This is one of the entrances to the actual arena of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.
At this moment, many extraordinary individuals are displaying their unique abilities to cross these ropes.
Some moved with agility, gliding across like swallows with a light touch of their toes; others were steady and methodical, taking each step with great care; still others used unique methods, relying on special tools or strange movements. In short, they were all trying their best to get to the other side, creating a scene reminiscent of the "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea".
Zhang Lingyu stopped at the edge of the cliff, preparing to explain the situation to Lu Xiaobai.
Just then, a figure floating in the air flew straight toward the location where the three of them were.
The man had striking red hair, making him stand out in the crowd, and his eyes were quite sharp.
"You're the guys who beat up my good-for-nothing brother, right?"
"Feng Baobao, Lu Xiaobai!"
A cold voice came from his mouth.