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"puff--!"
Zhang Chulan spat out a mouthful of beer.
"Who the hell spread this rumor?!"
"Stop pretending!"
Feng Xingtong leaned closer, a mischievous grin on her face, "We've all heard that you still have the Zhang family's virginity mark on your butt!"
"Shou Gongsha?!"
"Really? Let us see for ourselves!"
The crowd immediately became interested and started to cheer.
Fueled by alcohol and flattered by the crowd, Zhang Chulan's reckless and unruly spirit immediately came to the fore.
He slammed his hand on the table and stood up with an air of heroic pride.
"Fine, I'll watch! Who's afraid of who!"
He pointed to his own backside and proudly announced it to everyone.
"Let me tell you! I, Zhang Chulan, have remained chaste for twenty years! This 'virginity mark' is proof of my purity!"
Without hesitation, he unbuckled his belt in full view of everyone.
In front of everyone, he pulled his pants down to his knees, then suddenly stuck out his buttocks, displaying his white, bare body to everyone without reservation.
"Look! Make sure you see everything clearly!"
he yelled.
The crowd was stunned for a moment, then burst into a louder, more frenzied laugh than ever before.
"Holy crap! It really exists!"
"Quick, quick! Record it! This is a historic moment!"
"Hahahaha! Shameless! Well lived up to his reputation!"
Canglong, Feng Xingtong, Zhuge Qing, and others all took out their phones and started snapping photos of Zhang Chulan, whose skin appeared exceptionally fair under the cold moonlight.
Flashes of light filled the air, capturing this absurd yet thrilling scene forever.
Under the moonlight, the young man, full of vigor and high spirits, drunk and flushed, walked his bird around in public.
This is the story that later became widely circulated throughout the world of supernatural beings, and was even adapted into various versions and sung by enthusiasts—a story that shook heaven and earth and moved ghosts to tears.
"A picture of walking birds under the moon!"
Chapter 171 Night Talk on Qimen Dunjia, The Secret of Feng Hou
The hustle and bustle of the night market, like the receding tide, slowly and reluctantly faded away amidst the gradually diminishing laughter and the sounds of drinking games.
The group of young, drunken individuals, some with their arms around each other singing off-key songs, others staggering back to their lodgings arranged by the Celestial Master's Mansion.
The strong smell of alcohol and the smoky aroma of roasted meat had not yet completely dissipated in the air, mixed with the cool scent of grass and trees in the mountains, creating a unique yet authentic aroma of everyday life.
Zhang Chulan's feat of "walking his bird under the moon" undoubtedly became the grand finale of the night.
The image of white snow, captured by countless mobile phone flashes, is destined to become the most widely circulated and enduring "famous scene" of this year's Luotian Grand Ritual.
Its speed of dissemination and influence are probably even faster than his amazing Yang Wu Lei technique.
Only after the last drunken figure disappeared around the bend in the mountain path did Zhang Yunyuan slowly emerge from the corner where he had been hiding.
He didn't rush back, but strolled to a more secluded cliff in the back of the mountain.
It's called a way to relax, but that's not really the case.
Although he had crippled the cultivation of those five guys from the so-called "Kunlun Immortal Realm" and thrown them into the Demon-Subduing Cave, this matter could not possibly end so simply.
Since the other side was able to send five experts at the Acquired Realm, the power behind them must be unfathomable.
Their silent infiltration of Longhu Mountain was far from ordinary; there must be an even greater scheme behind it.
He needs to remain vigilant at all times, monitoring every unusual fluctuation in this mountainous region.
At the edge of the cliff, the moonlight, like water, quietly spilled onto the rugged rocks, outlining a serene and majestic silhouette of the distant mountains.
A gentle evening breeze rustled through the pines, carrying a refreshing coolness.
Zhang Yunyuan keenly sensed that behind a giant rock not far away, an extremely subtle yet perfectly harmonious aura was slowly circulating.
The way that Qi moved was extremely peculiar, as if it had created a subtle resonance with the spacetime rules of this world.
It neither expands outward nor contracts inward, but rather transforms itself into an independent, self-contained "domain" in a mysterious and profound way.
Within this realm, the flow of time seems to differ from that of the outside world, and space itself exhibits a subtle sense of distortion.
A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Yunyuan's eyes.
He never expected that, according to the original timeline, Wang Ye, who had only comprehended Feng Hou Qi Men a few days ago, would have already cultivated this extraordinary technique to such a high level.
Moreover, judging from the other party's steady and long breathing and his perfect and flawless aura, although he was young, his cultivation had already firmly entered the realm of the middle level of heroes, and was even more solid than his few good-for-nothing junior disciples.
Zhang Yunyuan made no effort to conceal his presence; he simply sat there quietly, like an ordinary night wanderer, gazing at the distant night sky.
A moment later, the unique Qi fluctuation paused slightly before quickly receding.
A young man wearing a faded, loose Taoist robe, with his hair haphazardly tied in a bun and a lazy, sleepy look on his face, slowly emerged from behind the giant rock.
When he saw Zhang Yunyuan, he was first taken aback, and then an incredulous glint flashed in his usually half-open eyes.
The next moment, all the laziness and casualness on his face vanished, replaced by a deep and profound reverence.
The newcomer was none other than the King of Wudang.
Wang Ye strode forward and stopped three steps away from Zhang Yunyuan. Without any hesitation, he bowed deeply to him in the most standard Taoist gesture of respect for a junior to an elder.
"Wang Ye, a disciple of Wudang, pays respects to the senior."
His voice was not loud, but it carried a heartfelt respect and a hint of barely perceptible tension.
He couldn't see through the cultivation level of the young master in front of him.
He could only sense that the other person was sitting there so casually, yet seemed to have become one with the entire world.
He is not a mountain, not a stone, not even the wind; he is the night itself, profound, vast, and unfathomable.
He had only vaguely experienced this feeling with his own grandmaster and the old celestial master of Longhu Mountain.
Zhang Yunyuan's voice was calm as he pointed to another stone beside him.
Wang Ye sat down as instructed, but only dared to sit on half of his buttocks, keeping his back straight and his posture extremely low.
"Sitting here in the dead of night, aren't you afraid the mountain wind will chill your mind and disturb your tranquility?"
Zhang Yunyuan asked casually.
"When the mind moves with the Qi, and the Qi merges with the heavens, then there is naturally no need to worry about wind and cold."
Wang Ye answered respectfully, each word carefully considered.
"well said."
Zhang Yunyuan nodded slightly, his gaze falling on him with a half-smile.
"Your skills have already touched the threshold of 'harmony between man and nature,' not bad."
Wang Ye's heart skipped a beat, and a chill instantly shot from his tailbone to the top of his head.
The other party saw through the foundation of his technique with just one glance!
He quickly lowered his head, even more afraid to look the other person in the eye.
"This junior is dull-witted and has only been fortunate enough to receive some inheritance, which I have been cultivating haphazardly. I am not worthy of your praise, senior."
"Feng Hou Qi Men, Luan Jin Tuo, the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire and earth, and their mutual generation and restraint. Above that, there is the unpredictable method of 'turning the four plates to control time and space'."
Zhang Yunyuan ignored his humble words and continued speaking to himself, his voice carrying a faint trace of nostalgia.
"This technique does not respect gods or worship Buddhas; it takes oneself as the universe and one's thoughts as the rules."
The person who could comprehend such an astonishing method is a true genius, and also a true... madman.
Wang Ye was terrified upon hearing this, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
The other party not only saw through his technique, but also revealed the core principles of Feng Hou Qi Men!
Such vision and insight far exceeded his comprehension.
"Senior...you..."
He opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but didn't know where to begin.
Zhang Yunyuan turned his head, looked at his horrified expression, and suddenly smiled. In that smile, there was a hint of world-weariness.
"Don't be nervous. My sect and your sect have some history."
He raised his head and looked at the cold, waning moon on the horizon, his voice becoming somewhat distant.
"If you think about it, it must have been several decades ago."
At that time, your master, Daoist Yunlong, probably hadn't even gone up the mountain yet.
"I once sat down and discussed the Dao with Zhou Sheng, the creator of this technique, at the Golden Summit of Wudang Mountain, for an entire night."
"We talked about everything from the Tao Te Ching to the Yin Fu Jing, from Tai Chi and Yin-Yang to Qimen Dunjia."
He was a very interesting person, with wildly imaginative and unconventional ideas, and he always managed to come up with some shocking and unconventional truths.
“I still remember him pointing to the clouds on the horizon, smiling as he said to me, ‘Look at these clouds, their gathering and dispersing are unpredictable; the so-called way of heaven is nothing more than this. If man can transform himself into heaven and earth, why should he revere them?’”
Zhang Yunyuan sighed softly as he finished speaking, his voice carrying a hint of indescribable melancholy.
"In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed."
"The people I knew back then have long since disappeared without a trace."
This astonishing and extraordinary skill, however, was ultimately passed down.
Every word of these words was like a bolt of lightning from the heavens, striking Wang Ye's mind and leaving him dizzy and trembling!
He sat down and discussed the Dao with Zhou Sheng Zhenren, the founder of Feng Hou Qi Men.