The world's most invincible

Chapter 266 The Imperial Master is a little angry

The novelist's grandfather and grandson, together with Li Qianyi, came to the stone platform one after another.

Now that it has been discovered by the young Taoist at the scene, there is naturally nothing to hide.

The grandson of the novelist surnamed Wang met Zhang Wendao and revealed his identity as a "Taoist practitioner" in one fell swoop, but this was the first time Li Changyi had heard of it.

Dao Sect Walking is the abbreviation of Dao Sect World Walking, which represents the Tao Sect Ancestral Court to patrol the nine continents and monitor the illegal activities of Taoist disciples in the world.

Just from this name, you can tell how respected this position is in the Taoist sect.

Normally, in every generation of Taoism, that is, within a hundred years, there will be one Taoism walking around.

A new generation of walking will appear only when that generation of Taoist walkers emerges, or becomes a Taoist king, and goes to the land outside the world.

The candidates are appointed by the Taoist ancestral court. Most of them come from the back hill of the ancestral court, but some also come from the Ten Dao Palaces or come from folk Taoist temples.

But without exception, each new generation is young and has a pure Taoism.

This is a Taoist whip-bearer who is not called a Taoist, but whose status is still above that of Jiuzhou Taoist.

Li Changyi remembered that his last Taoist walker was promoted to Dao Lord thirty years ago, but he had never heard of when he went to the land beyond the sky.

Zhang Wenwen's name was not seen in the latest Nine Continents Avenue Gold List and the newspapers of major immortal houses, so he did not know when the Dao Sect Walking was replaced.

But since he has become a Taoist practitioner, the simple and unpretentious young Taoist in green robes in front of him must be very extraordinary.

No wonder he just said he was here to seek justice.

This involves Taoists from Taixuan Temple, the first-class Taoist temple, and it is indeed under his control.

"Prince!" Seeing the old novelist approaching, Zhang Wendao bowed again and then turned to Li Chaoyang, "I wonder what I call this young master?"

Li Chaoyi bowed and replied: "I, Li Haoshu, have met Taoist Zhang!"

Wang Mengxian, a powerful novelist, also nodded to the young Taoist priest. After all, he was a Taoist of this generation and was not comparable to the younger generation.

But his grandson, the young Lang Wang Shenghua, said somewhat provocatively: "Zhang Wendao, you are a contemporary Taoist practitioner, and I am one of the candidates for the contemporary novelist... I don't know if your Taoism will be higher in the future. , or is the world in my writing more magnificent?"

The status of a novelist and writer is similar to that of a Taoist monk.

However, Zhang Wendao is an official Taoist walker, while this young man Lang is just a candidate, or one of them, obviously trying to promote himself.

But he looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, much younger. From this aspect, he seemed to be comparable to Zhang Daodao.

Imperial Master Maomao lay on Li Changye's shoulder, looking at him and then at the young Taoist priest with a gentle and simple expression, waiting for the show to unfold.

However, he was disappointed. Faced with Wang Shenghua's provocative words, Zhang Wendao only smiled and said: "Of course, Young Master Wang is better. When I was as old as you, I was still watching at midnight." He studied Taoism hard and did not realize the sufferings of the world, but Mr. Wang has already written three masterpieces, which have been circulated in the world and are famous all over the world."

Hearing this, Wang Shenghua raised her chin slightly, feeling very proud and satisfied with Zhang Wen's answer.

His grandfather, Wang Mengxian, glared at him, cupped his hands at Zhang Daowao and said, "My grandson is so young and so arrogant that he made Zhang Xiaodao laugh."

"It doesn't matter."

The two sides were polite and harmonious to each other, but Master Maomao curled his lips and muttered: "I thought we could fight, it's boring!"

"Any Taoist practitioner or novelist writer candidate is not as good as my little plum!"

Regarding Mao Mao's words about his character, Zhang Wendao laughed it off.

The young man, Wang Shenghua, couldn't help but look over. He looked at Li Chaoyi, who was wearing a luxurious brocade fur coat, and then at the national master Maomao on his shoulder. He couldn't help but reply: "Where did this little wild cat come from? If you dare to behave like a human being, but you still don’t understand etiquette, does that mean you have no discipline?”

Even Zhang Wendao, a contemporary Taoist practitioner, praised him highly, but a little milk cat dared to look down on him, which he couldn't bear.

"Little baby, who do you think has no discipline? How dare you scold Maomao? I think you are the only one who needs discipline!"

Imperial Master Maomao bared his teeth for a moment, and then pounced directly on him.

The little cat was so fast that even Zhang Wendao, a Taoist walker, and Wang Mengxian, a powerful novelist, only saw a flash of gray shadow. The young Wang Shenghua had no time to react and was thrown directly to the ground.

Master Maomao landed on his chest, scratching and kicking his hair and face.

"Ah ah ah, you damn little wild cat, how dare you insult me, I want to..."

boom!

Before young Wang Shenghua could finish his words, he received an invincible cat punch from Master Maomao on the corner of his mouth. His mouth was crooked and he was unable to speak.

"Whose master are you? When Cat and I roamed the world and hunted everywhere, your grandfather wasn't even born yet. How dare you call yourself master in front of Cat? Do you want to get beaten on purpose?"

So it helped him, and with a wave of its right paw, it rewarded the young Wang Shenghua with more than a dozen cat fists.

The young Wang Shenghua was embarrassed and in pain, but could not speak. He could only whine and scream.

He wanted to reach out and pull the little tanuki off his body, but he couldn't pull it away at all. Looking at the little tanuki, which was only the size of a palm, it was heavier than a mountain at this moment.

So he could only continue to be ravaged, unable to resist at all.

Master Maomao took action too quickly, which was beyond Wang Mengxian's expectation. When he wanted to stop him, his grandson was already lying on the ground.

At this time, he wanted to take action again, but found that the mysterious little civet cat seemed to strike very fiercely, but it did not kill him and did not cause much harm to his grandson. It was mostly punishment and teasing.

Next to him, Mr. Jinqiu looked at him with a smile, but as a dignified pseudo-sage, he could not see through the other person's depth.

This shocked Mr. Wang.

You must know that as a powerful novelist, what he is best at is observing everything in the world. Even Zhang Wendao, a Taoist, can tell the level of a person, but the young man in front of him cannot see through it.

Could it be that this young master has a higher level than Zhang Wendao?

This surprised him so much.

This Young Master Jin Qiu looks younger than Zhang Wenwen, but his level is higher. Could it be that his background is older than Zhang Wenwen's?

In addition, he found that not only the Jinqiu Master who called himself Li Haoshu, but also the little civet cat who was ravaging his grandson, and even the little girl next to Li Haoshu, he couldn't tell the difference.

This, this... this shocked him even more.

Zhang Wendao also saw the strangeness in Li Qianyi, Maomao Guoshi, and Ning Xiaozhi. He was much calmer than Mr. Wang.

Seeing that the Wang Shenghua boy on the ground was almost out of shape, but the mysterious civet cat still didn't stop, he couldn't help but said to Li Xiangyue: "Master Li, can you let your... cat... Stop? After all, Young Master Wang is young, so it can be considered an unintentional remark, and he did not mean to say anything bad, so that’s okay.”

He invited the Wang family's grandparents to come out as witnesses. It would really be difficult to handle if the young Wang Shenghua was really tortured by the civet cat.

Li Chaoyi saw that the young Wang Shenghua had indeed become a little miserable, and he guessed that Master Maomao was almost out of his temper, so he said: "Master Xianjun, you have a lot, please spare him." Upon hearing this, Master Maomao stopped.

Xiao Lizi still had to give him some face, since he still had to follow him through the world, so after his claws pushed back the young Wang Shenghua's chin, he turned into a flower shadow and jumped back onto Li Changye's shoulder.

Wang Shenghua looked miserable, but in fact he was not seriously injured. As soon as Master Maomao left, he stood up from the ground.

As one of the candidates for the novelist's future, how can a young genius who has become the Great Perfection of the Sixth Realm at the age of fifteen and one of the Seventh Realm's Prodigy with only one legendary novel to endure such a shame and humiliation?

He was about to take out his stylus and a jade book, and rush forward to fight Master Maomao, but he was stopped by his grandfather.

"Hua'er, that's enough!"

Even he couldn't see the depth of the raccoon cat. If his grandson rushed forward, he would only be humiliated again.

And the young Mr. Jinqiu is unpredictable, so he can only endure such a humiliation first and talk about it later.

Although the novelist ranks at the bottom of the top ten famous schools, he is still among the top ten of the hundreds of schools of thought, and he still has no shortage of offensive means. There are many famous talents in the school.

This Li Haoshu had a deep background and mysterious origins, but after finding a few close friends of the saints, he was finally able to seek justice from him.

"Master Zhang, my grandson is in urgent need of medical treatment. I can no longer bear witness to you. I will take my leave now." Wang Mengxian said to Zhang Daowao, and then, without waiting for Zhang Daowao's response, he used his magical power belt. He left with the young Wang Shenghua.

After such a thing happened, Zhang Wendao naturally found it difficult to persuade them to stay and sent them off respectfully.

"Little Plum, did I get you into trouble? I saw that when the old man left, he seemed to have a lot of hatred hidden in his heart!" Maomao Guoshi blinked and asked.

Li Chaoyi smiled and said: "It's okay, after all, it was the young man who said bad words to you first. Besides, Mr. Wang left in such a hurry, I'm afraid it was not just because his grandson was humiliated, but also for other reasons. ."

"Isn't it? Is there any other reason?"

Master Maomao doesn't quite understand.

Li Chaoyi looked at Zhang Wendao, raised his hands and apologized: "I have disturbed Taoist Zhang's official business. On behalf of Mr. Xianjun, I apologize to Taoist Zhang, and please forgive me!"

Maomao Guoshi said in confusion: "What kind of modesty do you have with this little Taoist priest? When Old Wang and the others are gone, isn't it just that there is one less witness? We are still here!"

Zhang Wenwen smiled and explained: "The reason why the people are so crazy about the school grounds tonight is because Mr. Wang secretly guided it."

"Originally, Xiaodao wanted to talk to Mr. Wang after he found out about Miss Huang's brother."

Master Maomao finally understood and said softly: "So that's it. Maomao ruined your business, little Taoist priest. I'm sorry. Do you want me to go and capture Old Man Wang's grandson?"

Zhang Wendao shook his head: "No, let him treat Young Master Wang's injuries first. I will go find him again in the future."

Master Maomao stuck out his tongue, still a little embarrassed.

Then it looked at Huang Liniang, who had been silent in the center of the stone platform.

Then he shouted in surprise: "Hey, where is the evil man in yellow robe? Why is he missing?"

Huang Liziang replied calmly: "After you knocked down the boy named Wang and everyone's attention was attracted, he sneaked away."

Because she didn't trust Zhang Wendao, a Taoist priest who suddenly appeared, she didn't warn him when she saw Taoist Huang Feng escaping.

Because Zhang Wendao's level of Taoist walking must be higher than hers. Since she can find it, there is no reason why this young Taoist priest can't find it.

Since the other party didn't stop him, he obviously wanted to let go of the evil path on purpose, and it was useless even if she said it.

That's fine, she can find the evil path on her own in the future and avenge her brother.

Faced with the obvious mockery on Huang Lizang's face, Zhang Wenwen remained calm and said gently: "It doesn't matter, he can't run away."

As soon as he finished speaking, he could not see how the young Taoist moved. He no longer knew where or how far he had fled. Taoist Huang Feng was instantly dragged back to the school grounds by a force, and fell on the stone platform. The shape is very embarrassing.

"Little Taoist priest, you are very good at this. You have the same invincible demeanor as Maomao!" National Master Maomao praised.

Li Xianyue also nodded slightly.

Zhang Wendao is worthy of being a contemporary Taoist practitioner. Although he is young and only in the tenth realm, he has some demeanor of a Taoist master.

He secretly weighed that if the two of them competed, it would be hard to say who would win.

Zhang Wenwen smiled and said, "Thank you, Lord Xianjun, for the compliment."

Then he looked at Taoist Huang Feng who had stood up from the ground.

With that fall just now, Taoist Huang Feng not only became messy in his robes, but even the five-peck crown on his head was crooked. However, he didn't bother to tidy up his appearance and looked at Zhang Wen with a sad look on his face.

Taoist walking - to other sects, it is just a title, but to the Taoist sects in the world, it is an existence that no one wants to face.

"Taoist Master Huang Feng, as a direct disciple of Taixuan Temple and a high-level master of the Nine Realms, do you need me to say anything more about tonight's incident?" Zhang Wendao asked.

Although his expression and tone were still very peaceful, in Taoist Huang Feng's heart, he sounded like Huang Zhong Dalu.

"Lord Walking, I don't know which commandment I have broken!"

Although he was frightened in his heart, Taoist Huang Feng still held on. After all, he did what happened tonight. At most, he killed the yellow rat demon Huang Yushu, but for the Taoist sect, killing demons was not a serious crime.

Especially since the Huang Yushu brothers and sisters had taken the initiative to attack him.

Huang Liniang watched quietly without making a sound. She wanted to see if this Taoist monk was really fair and could really give her brother justice.

When Zhang Daowao heard Taoist Huang Feng's words, his expression was still very calm and he replied: "Since you said that, we will talk about your business later."

Feeling the distrust in Huang Lizang's eyes, he turned around and asked, "Miss Huang, is it true that your brother voluntarily returned to Greenfield City with Miss Bai to join the Yangwei Escort Agency?"

Huang Liniang nodded: "Yes."

"Then he voluntarily handed over the demon heart, the demon pill, and the origin of the demon path to the Bai family and his daughter, but is it true?"

"……Yes."

Although she didn't want to admit it, these were indeed voluntarily given by her brother.

"As for these two incidents, especially the second one, do you think the Bai family needs to bear the blame for this?"

(End of this chapter)