The Wudang Junior Master

Chapter 217 Qingwei Heavenly Palace

"slander!"

Zhang Wuling was furious and argued, "This is pure slander. How could I be bullied like that?"

Zhou Meng narrowed his eyes and observed carefully for a while. He felt that it did not seem to be a lie, so he nodded slightly.

"That's good. Although you are no longer my Wudang disciple, if you get beaten and cry, it will also damage the image of Wudang."

"Of course I've always been dedicated to maintaining the image of our sect!" Zhang Wuling raised his head proudly. "If you don't believe me, go ask around. Outsiders' opinions of Wudang are unanimously positive!"

"Hehe..." Zhou Meng smiled.

"By the way, Master, I wonder what treasure you are going to lend me so that I can kill those six demons?" Zhang Wuling brought the topic back to the main topic.

Zhou Meng ate potato chips and said calmly, "When did I say I would lend you the treasure?"

"Ah?" Zhang Wuling was dumbfounded. "No, you won't lend it to me, right? Are you willing to watch me get bullied by those six old monsters in the future?"

Zhou Meng said: "This has nothing to do with whether I can bear it or not. The magic weapons of my Wudang were also left by our ancestors. They are our heritage and cannot be taken out easily."

Zhang Wuling said, "Then what should I do? If I have to fight six people alone, I will be powerless with my current cultivation level!"

Zhou Meng took a glance and said, "It's simple. Just improve your cultivation."

Zhang Wuling smiled bitterly: "Master, please stop joking. This path of cultivation is a journey of one level at a time. I need good luck to take even one step forward now. How can I improve my cultivation as quickly as before..."

Zhou Meng said calmly, "The old Heavenly Master should have told you that to fight six demon kings alone, besides cultivation, you need skills and magic."

"As for magical weapons, low-level ones are of little use to the six demon kings, but high-level ones are almost all the sect's treasures, so they can't be given away easily."

"And you haven't realized one thing, kid. Where did the magic weapon in the hands of the ancestor come from?"

Zhang Wuling was stunned when he heard this, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Did you refine it yourself? Or did you get it by chance?"

"More or less." Zhou Meng nodded. "I don't need to explain the art of refining weapons. If you have good materials, there are people in Wudang who can refine magic weapons."

"If you don't have any, then you can only rely on chance. As long as you are lucky enough to find one or two spiritual treasures, and nurture them for a long time, they can become divine weapons."

"The reason why I don't lend you the magic weapon, besides because of the rules, is because these treasures left by the ancestors all have deep 'stigma'."

"If you want to use them, you must gain the approval of the ancestors. Only then can you unleash their greatest power. Just like in the legend, a certain immortal descends to earth, enlightens a certain ancestor, and bestows scriptures and magic weapons."

Zhang Wuling seemed to be lost in thought. He said, "So what you're saying is that even if I get the magic weapon, it would be difficult to unleash its full power?"

"Yeah." Zhou Meng nodded. It seemed that the potato chips were a bit dry, so he picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Zhang Wuling frowned and asked, "What should I do then?"

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Zhou Meng smiled. "As early as when the old Taoist sent me a message and knew you were coming back, I had already thought of it for you."

"For magical weapons, the best ones are those that suit you or have a connection with you. Otherwise, they are just other things."

"I heard that the old Heavenly Master promised you a great opportunity?"

Zhang Wuling did not hide anything and said, "The old Heavenly Master said that if I could defeat the six demon kings, he would let me read the alchemy manual left by the ancestor Heavenly Master."

"Humph, you're usually quite clever, why are you still fooling around with his promises?"

"Ah? Not really, the old master may have a big mouth, but he wouldn't play tricks on his disciples, right?"

"I wouldn't play tricks on you, but you're still my Wudang disciple. Why do you need to eat other people's cakes?"

Zhou Meng jumped down from his chair, rather unconvinced, "Boy, let me tell you, when it comes to big cakes, the ones that belong to your family are the most reliable!"

"Hmm?" Zhang Wuling had a question mark in his head.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot. Come on."

With doubts in his mind, Zhang Wuling followed Zhou Meng out of the quiet room and walked outside.

After walking for a while, Zhang Wuling found that this seemed to be the direction to Miaohua Rock, and he couldn't help but feel curious.

Seeing that Zhou Meng had no intention of speaking, he could only ask first: "Master, where are we going?"

"Qingwei Palace."

Qingwei Palace?

Zhang Wuling was a little surprised. He knew that place but seldom went there.

Although Qingwei Palace had a glorious history, it is now almost nothing but history.

Unlike Wudang Nanyan Palace which still looks magnificent, Wudang Qingwei Palace now looks somewhat old.

And if I remember correctly, there seems to be only one old senior guarding Qingwei Palace for the time being.

Zhang Wuling also knew some information about this senior.

I heard that the old Taoist priest of Qingwei Palace is called Ye Guangfu, and he should be a hundred years old this year. According to seniority, he should be the junior brother of Master Zhou Meng, but they do not have the same master.

Apart from this, Zhang Wuling didn't know much, because Taoist Master Ye Guangfu was usually very low-key and seldom appeared in public.

Zhou Meng turned around and said, "By the way, when you get to Qingwei Palace and see Junior Brother Ye Guangfu, remember to call him Master."

"Don't worry, I understand."

The two walked slowly along the way, crossed the mountains, and soon came to a secluded place.

A green mountain can be seen in the distance, and at the foot of the mountain sits an old ochre-colored palace.

In fact, it is called a palace, but at first glance, it is just a larger earthen house, which is very unremarkable.

This place is rarely visited by people. Although there are many people traveling to Wudang, there are very few people who come here, and perhaps not many people know about it.

Perhaps because of this, the environment is particularly quiet.

Climbing up the stone steps, you can see a vegetable garden and a persimmon tree not far from the garden.

Looking out from Qingwei Palace into the distance, you can vaguely see the golden roof.

When you walk to the gate, you can see red couplets on both sides, and a plaque similar to a bracket on it, with four characters on it:

【Qingwei Heavenly Palace】

There is a stone staircase at the entrance, which looks quite uneven and has been there for many years.

Zhang Wuling followed Zhou Meng all the way to the main hall, where the Jade Emperor was enshrined and an old Taoist priest was cleaning the hall.

The Taoist priest wore a Hunyuan scarf, had snow-white hair, and a crane-like figure. His Taoist robe had become a little white from washing, and it looked like he had been wearing it for many years.

Everything here is simple and old, the people and the palace are the same.

"Junior brother." Zhou Meng shouted.

The old Taoist turned slowly and said, "Brother Zhou, you're here."

"This kid, Zhang Wuling, you should know."

Zhang Wuling stepped forward and bowed to the old Taoist priest: "Junior, I pay my respects to Master Ye!"

Taoist Master Ye looked him up and down, then nodded and said, "Not bad. To have reached this stage in cultivation shows your talent. The Grandmaster has shown great favor to you."

"Haha." Zhou Meng smiled lightly, "Then according to what we discussed before, I'll leave this kid to you."

"it is good."