One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 112 Uncle-Master, are you going to Syria for further studies?

"Mommy! Mommy! I want to go home!"

They found that no matter how fast they accelerated or how they moved, they could find a way to improve their positioning.

That nightmarish black figure could always appear instantly beside them, then look at them with eyes that looked at trash, and casually kick them.

boom! boom! boom!

Less than two minutes.

Modified motorcycles lay scattered haphazardly on the ground, along with a group of young men trembling with fear, their heads in their hands.

Almost everyone had bruises on their faces and their pants were torn and bloodied; it was a truly horrific scene.

squeak! ! !

With a skillful brake, Tian Jinzhong brought the car to a smooth stop in front of everyone.

He took off his sunglasses and looked down at the redhead:

"Hey kid, what did you just say?"

"You think you can just run me over and get away with it?"

"No, no, no! Sir! I was wrong! I'm your grandson! I'm your grandson!"

Red Hair was terrified and knelt on the ground, frantically kowtowing.

"You're a racing legend! You're the racing legend of Mount Akina! We were blind to your talent!"

"You dare call yourself my grandson?"

"snort."

Tian Jinzhong snorted coldly and turned off the engine:

"I'll remember that from now on."

"Enjoying cars is fine, but don't risk your life. And definitely don't gamble with other people's lives."

"It's only because I had a good temper that I ran into this old man (just kidding?), if it were my senior brother..."

Tian Jinzhong pointed to Zhang Zhiwei, who was watching the show in the distance:

"You are now ashes."

Zhang Zhiwei was resting with his eyes closed in the car when he saw Tian Jinzhong speeding outside, so he got out to check on him.

Hearing Tian Jinzhong talk about himself now, he couldn't help but facepalm and chuckle bitterly: "What kind of serial killer am I? I'd be reduced to ashes by now..."

"Yes, yes, yes! The old man is right!"

The boys nodded vigorously.

"Alright, get out of here. Clean this place up and don't leave any trash."

Tian Jinzhong waved his hand.

Watching the group of teenagers scramble away with their bikes, Tian Jinzhong casually took the cola Zhang Chulan handed him, popped it open, and took a big gulp.

"ha!!!"

"Awesome! This is what youth is all about!"

Su Wuxian walked over, handed the Great Sage a banana, and said to Tian Jinzhong with a smile:

"Second Senior Brother, not bad! You're still got it."

"But we need to hurry, Rongshan just sent a WeChat message urging us, saying that breakfast is getting cold."

"Let's go! Let's go home!"

Tian Jinzhong took a bite of the grilled sausage and was in a great mood:

"Let's go!"

"This time I'm not taking a trailer, I'm riding back!"

"Junior brother, you and Su Duo sit behind me, let me show you what it means to be fast!"

Su Wuxian glanced at the motorcycle with only two seats, then looked at Su Duo in his arms:

"Come on, senior brother."

"I'd better take the car; I'm afraid you'll throw me off balance."

Tian Jinzhong waved his hand and put on his sunglasses:

"I'm not taking the car, I'll ride this back to Longhu Mountain!"

"Great Sage! Hold on tight! Let's speed back!"

"Squeak!" (Go for it!)

in the night.

The convoy set off again.

This time, however, there was an extra roaring heavy motorcycle at the very front of the procession.

A centenarian, on the highway, is chasing after his... youth that is eighty years late.

……

Early morning, Longhu Mountain, the gate of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Clouds and mist swirl around, and cranes cry softly.

As the leading figure in the world of supernatural beings, the mornings at the Celestial Master's Mansion are always filled with a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

"Sink your Qi to your Dantian, and let your mind be as still as water."

"Golden light protects the body, making it impervious to all evil."

In the square in front of the mountain gate, Rongshan, dressed in a Taoist robe and holding a whisk, was supervising dozens of young disciples as they performed their morning prayers.

His face was serious, and his eyes were meticulous:

"Spirit up, all of you! Although Master and Uncle-Master have gone down the mountain, we can't fall behind in our studies! We must always maintain the dignity of the Celestial Master's Mansion!"

"Yes, Uncle Rong!"

The disciples responded in unison, and a golden light shone faintly, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

This peace did not last long.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A sudden roar of an engine, like muffled thunder, came from the winding mountain road below, breaking the tranquility of the early morning.

The sound grew closer and louder, even carrying the rhythm of heavy metal rock.

"Huh? Thunder?"

A young Taoist priest looked up at the sky in confusion.

"Nonsense! The sky is clear and blue today, where would there be thunder?"

Rong Shan frowned, a hint of displeasure rising in his heart:

"Which unruly tourist family dared to drive their car right up to the mountain gate and cause trouble?"

He flicked his whisk, preparing to step forward and reprimand him.

next second.

"squeak!!!"

Accompanied by the ear-piercing screech of tires screeching against the ground, a black steel behemoth, accompanied by a gale, arrogantly drifted across the center of the Heavenly Master's Mansion's mountain gate!

That was a heavy Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

The vehicle was also covered with various tactical pouches, and even had a screaming chicken, which it had somehow acquired, strapped to the front.

Rong Shan was about to curse, but when he saw who was riding the bicycle, he froze instantly, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg, and the whisk in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

A robust old man was seen sitting astride the car.

He was wearing a camouflage tactical vest bought from a field supply store, multi-pocket cargo pants, and black military boots.

He was wearing windproof goggles and was chewing gum rhythmically.

"puff!"

The old man spat out his chewing gum, took off his goggles, revealing a face that Rongshan knew to the bone, and grinned:

"Hey! Xiao Rong! Leading the morning class?"

"You look great after a few days!"

"Tian...Tian...Uncle Tian?"

Rongshan rubbed his eyes and pinched his thigh, wincing in pain.

That's right!

This is Uncle Tian Jinzhong, who used to be in a wheelchair and needed help even to turn over!

Although he already knew that his martial uncle had been cured by his martial uncle Su and was able to stand up.

But he never expected that his uncle's demeanor after standing up would be like this!

"Uncle-Master...you..."

Rong Shan pointed at Tian Jinzhong's outfit and stammered:

"You've gone treasure hunting in the Qinling Mountains... Are you sure you're not going to Syria to become a mercenary?!"

"Why are you riding a motorcycle? Where's your Taoist robe?"

"A Taoist robe? That's a work uniform. Who wears that after get off work?"

Tian Jinzhong patted the Harley's fuel tank, looking quite pleased with himself.

"How's it? Xiao Rong, isn't your uncle's car cool? I overtook dozens of cars along the way!"

Rongshan felt like his brain wasn't working properly.

Just then, he noticed the passenger sitting in the back seat of Tian Jinzhong.

It was a burly "person" wearing sunglasses, a dark blue Taoist robe, and a hat.

That Taoist robe looked very familiar.

Rong Shan looked closely and was somewhat bewildered:

"That's...that's the Taoist robe that only disciples of our generation can wear!"

"Uncle-Master, have you taken on a disciple?"

"squeak?"

When the "passenger" in the back seat heard someone call it, it took off its sunglasses, revealing a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth, and saluted Rongshan.

"Monkey...monkey???"

Rongshan's vision went black, and he almost fainted.

"Uncle-Master! You not only went to Syria for further studies, but also took a trip to Flower Fruit Mountain?"

"And why is this monkey wearing a high-ranking Taoist robe?!"