Live broadcast: Taoist priest, stop pretending, you are cultivating immortals

Jiang Yun stared at the chubby orange figure, and sighed a little: "Reporter Zhao, it's really a pity that you don't feed the pigs."

The water friends in the live broadcast immediately burst out laughing.

"Master Dao, it really has nothing to do with Bingbing that the orange cat is so fat."

"Nine out of ten oranges are fat, and one is particularly fat."

"What a poor kitten, what a big cat!"

"It's definitely a ruthless character who can eat himself into such a fat orange in the wild."

"It's over, besides having a big head, my Bingbing wife will be labeled as a pig feeder again."

Zhao Bingbing rolled her eyes, and she made up her mind that after filming the Kung Fu documentary today, she would go down the mountain and go home with Fat Orange in her arms.

This fat orange is very human. Although it is a stray cat, it is very hygienic. It is always clean and does not poop randomly.

The most important thing is that it is very close, and it is no worse than Xiaobai.

After the two finished their meal, Xiao Huihui rushed to Wudang Mountain with the shooting equipment on his shoulders.

When Jiang Yun was discussing the shooting plan with everyone, Chen Yunlong hurried over.

He asked loudly: "Junior brother, have you seen that orange cat raised by my master?"

"That cat went to the cafeteria to eat this morning, and didn't go back after eating."

"Meow?"

Fat Ju, who was acting coquettishly in Zhao Bingbing's arms, stretched out her head decisively. After she saw Chen Yunlong, she stretched lazily, and continued to act coquettishly and cute to deceive Maotiao.

Jiang Yun's mouth twitched.

Brother Chen Yunlong's master, how many famous figures of the Wudang sect have not shown up, and who is this old man?

Hey, Master, you should tell me more about the Daoist affairs, and then ascend again!

"Senior Brother, Reporter Zhao plans to take that fat orange home and raise it. It is now in her arms. The cat is not lost." Jiang Yun pointed to Zhao Bingbing who was not far away.

Zhao Bingbing's face turned red instantly. Is there a larger social death scene than this?

Chen Yunlong hurried over and grabbed Fat Ju.

If Xiaobai is the divine beast of the Tianyuan Taoist Temple, then this fat orange is the divine beast of the Wudang sect.

"Ah, Master Chen, isn't this fat orange a stray cat?" Zhao Bingbing asked with a cute face.

"Reporter Zhao, you can't take this cat away. It's my master's pet, and it's usually free-range in the Wudang School." Daoist Chen Yunlong explained.

His master, Daoist Mo Yuan, has raised the cat for many years, and he has treated the cat more closely than his apprentice.

Even if the apprentice is the current head of Wudang.

The orange cat looked at Zhao Bingbing reluctantly, then struggled a bit, and jumped out of the arms of Taoist Master Chen Yunlong. It wagged its tail and left lazily.

The water friends in the live broadcast room almost laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, the orange daughter was abducted while walking in her home [funny]"

"It looks like a runaway sweetheart, but it's actually the former head's daughter."

"The daughter of the former head of the Wudang faction was inspecting the Wudang faction, but was kidnapped by a strange woman, Mrs. Bingbing, I advise you to surrender as soon as possible."

"Orange Cat: Ahhh, why are you stopping me, am I not good with multiple sheep?"

"The former head of the Wudang School directly called the police: Hey, 110, someone broke into the house to snatch the cat, you heard me right, snatch my cat on my site [dog head to save life]"

When reporter Zhao Bingbing was dying in situ, she suddenly received a call and lost her voice.

"What, Auntie, you found your son in the Lin Family Village, 820 miles southwest of the Wudang Clan?"

"No, it's unscientific. Are you sure he's your son?"

"The birthmarks are all matched, and I confirmed with the adoptive parents, this..."

"Okay, auntie, don't worry, I will thank Daoist Jiang on your behalf. This is the responsibility we reporters should do."

After Zhao Bingbing hung up the phone, she said the matter again.

After Chen Yunlong heard it, he hugged the cat, smiled and left.

The surrounding Wudang disciples and TV crews were shocked.

With a smile on his face, Jiang Yun nodded and said, "It's good that someone finds it, otherwise the painstaking efforts of Pindao yesterday will all be in vain."

The water friends in the live broadcast room were shocked.

"Fuck, what the hell is that old aunt who found her son yesterday?"

"Reporter Zhao wouldn't follow the host to make fake news, right?"

"The Taoist master is using some shady magic tricks again, no wonder the broadcast was suddenly released yesterday, it's abominable!"

"I'm curious, what means the anchor used to help the old aunt find her son."

"As soon as I entered Taoism, it was as deep as the sea. From now on, science is a passer-by. I am convinced, and I am really convinced."

The Kung Fu documentary will be shot later, roughly divided into two steps.

The first is to learn light kung fu with Chen Shilei, the second is to learn swordsmanship with Chen Shiyu, and finally the spear technique with Chen Shiyu.

These three are the best skills of the three Taoists of the Wudang School, but the expressions of the three are surprisingly depressed.

They all urged Jiang Yun to be merciful, everyone who practiced martial arts, just click as far as it goes, there is no need to be serious.

On the martial arts arena.

Just as Jiang Yun was about to learn swordsmanship with Master Chen, a loud laugh came.

The master of Wudang master Chen Yunlong, Daoist Mo Yuan appeared with the orange cat in his arms and a long sword in his arms.

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Chapter 252 The Black History of Michijo Akamatsu (ask for a monthly ticket)

"The majestic Tianyuan Taoist temple master, you come to my Wudang sect to wander around and bully the disciple of the old Taoist priest, isn't the master Jiang doing too much?" Daoist Mo Yuan came to the middle of the Wudang sect's martial arts field with a long sword in his hand.

He was wearing a blue Taoist robe, with white beard and hair, and a wooden hairpin on his head. He looked like a fairy to the extreme.

The eyes of the film crew of the Kung Fu documentary were straightened on the spot.

In their eyes, Daoist Mo Yuan is simply a template for the kind of extraterrestrial master in their hearts, who doesn't even need to put on makeup.

If there is a flaw, it is the fat orange in his arms, which somewhat ruins the image of the immortal.

"Master Patriarch, why did you hide from the Holy Peak and go down the mountain?" Chen Shilei and the other three Taoist priests asked in shock.

"I'll come down to rescue the three of you. This kid's skills are a bit deep, and the three of you are no match for him."

"If we lose today's match, the documentary will be promoted all over the world, won't it weaken my reputation in Wudang?" Daoist Mo Yuan put down the fat orange and said with a smile.

Jiang Yun looked at the old Taoist priest in shock. This... how could he be the former head of the Wudang sect?

He clasped his fists and said respectfully, "Jiang Yun, the No. 20 graduate of the No. [-] Department of Daomen Comprehensive College, has met the dean."

"Tianyuan Taoism is a good method. You have only graduated a few years ago, and you have this kind of practice. After a while, won't you go to heaven?" Daoist Mo Yuan smiled calmly.

He patted Jiang Yun's shoulder heavily, as if he had a thousand loads of strength.

Jiang Yunteng's teeth were grinning. He really didn't expect that the dean of the Daomen Comprehensive College, who was kind-hearted and soft-spoken every day, was actually a ruthless character behind his back.

This old man, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger in the academy, can't see the demeanor of an expert at all.

Hiss, it hurts so much!

"The younger generation is awesome, the younger generation is awesome!" Daoist Mo Yuan asked with a smile: "Your master didn't mention me to you, did he?"

"Although I am your master's peer, he practiced later than me. I taught him the way of swordsmanship back then. Your master is also a talent."

"He was practicing swords in our Wudang School back then, and he actually took my disciple Yunlong to the cornfield of a fellow villager at the foot of the mountain to steal corn!"

"The two of them were caught stealing corn by a fellow villager. Your master ran fast and performed lightness kung fu, so he ran away. My apprentice is not good at lightness kung fu, so he didn't run away. I brought money to redeem him."

"What a shame, what a shame, what a shame!"

Daoist Chen Yunlong, who just arrived, blushed instantly.

Chen Shilei and the other three Taoist priests also wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh, and it was quite hard to hold back.

The corner of Jiang Yun's mouth twitched. Master and the old man never revealed these things to him.

I originally thought that Master's life experience was quite wonderful, but I really didn't expect to have this kind of stain when I was young.

Judging from Master's personality, this matter is likely to be true.

The water friends in the live broadcast room launched the god barrage in the barrage.

"Whose general is that, so brave?"

"Good guy, the farmer uncle at the foot of Wudang Mountain, I'm afraid he is not a hidden expert."

"Uncle Farmer: Back then, when the leader of the Wudang School was captured alive, and the master of the Tianyuan Taoist Temple was retreated, with a shoulder pole in hand, who in the world would dare to compete with me?"

"Master Chisong felt unkind, and actually sold his teammates on the spot [cover face]"

"It's over, Taoist Chisong has been promoted, and head Chen is afraid that he will take the blame for this alone."

"For some reason, I suddenly want to silently feel sorry for Master Chen for two seconds."

"Two seconds is too little, I feel sorry for three seconds, hehehe."

Jiang Yun scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment: "Uncle Mo Yuan, let the past go."

"My master has already ascended on a crane, in front of more than 20 lay people in my live broadcast room, you should save him some face."

Daoist Mo Yuan looked up at the drone, smiled, and praised: "You are quite fashionable, and you have become an anchor. I heard that there are quite a few people who watch it, compared to those idiots of our Wudang sect. Much stronger."

"By the way, for the sake of you being my student, the old man warns you about one thing. When you go to the Emei School, you must not mention your master's name."

Jiang Yun was silent.

In Tianyuan Taoist Temple, the Emei School is a very strange place, and it cannot even be mentioned.

However, when the master was in the Taoist temple, the head of the Emei School, Taoist Master Miaoyu, would visit him from time to time.

When she came to visit, Chisong Road Chief would give him five yuan most of the time to go to the mountain to watch a movie.

For the sake of the elders, Jiang Yun actually didn't want to know the relationship between the two.

Right now, Daoist Mo Yuan is very talkative. The image of him as the rigid and taciturn dean of Daomen Comprehensive College is completely different.

Zhao Bingbing saw that his colleague was holding up the camera all the time, and felt a little anxious, so he interrupted: "Two priests, our main task today is to shoot a Kung Fu documentary."

"After the filming is finished, how about the two chatting about the old days?"

"Oh, kung fu documentary, what's the competition?"

"Daoist Mo Yuan, after we discussed it, we decided that it would be better to shoot swordsmanship, marksmanship and lightness skills with Chinese characteristics."

"That's okay, the old man will fight for his disciples, boy, I taught you the way of swordsman before, and today I will teach you the way of swordsmanship again." Daoist Mo Yuan stroked his beard and smiled.

Zhao Bingbing and the martial arts instructor took out the script and gave an important explanation, but they were flatly rejected by the old Taoist priest.

They are all people who practice martial arts. Since they are shooting Kung Fu documentaries, it is natural to show some real things!

"Boy, Yunlong has always praised you as the No. 1 in the way of swords today, so let's compete and learn from each other today, and go get your eight-treasure long sword."

Jiang Yun froze for a moment, shook his head and said, "Uncle Mo Yuan, my eight-treasure long sword is broken."

"What, you prodigal son, that sword is a hundred-refined sword that your master entrusted me with, and someone customized it, and I broke it?"

"That's all, that's all, let's just discuss swordsmanship casually, and you can use my fine steel sword." Daoist Mo Yuan untied the sword from his waist and threw it over.

After Jiang Yun took the sword, he pulled out the long sword, and a cold light flashed across.

The sword body of this sword is covered with beautiful Damascus patterns, and it can be seen at a glance that it is a carefully forged sword, which is a grade higher than the eight-treasure long sword.

The water friends in the live broadcast room were drooling.

Which man's childhood did not have the fantasy of walking around the world with his sword, killing a person in ten steps, and stepping like a shooting star.

It's a pity that after growing up, because of the sword control, the dream was broken.

"The Damascus pattern is really beautiful. This sword is simply superb."

"Daozhang, tell me the number, I bought the sword in your hand."