Chapter 399 Zhang Lingyu
Zhang Molan's words made Zhang Zhiwei's breath stuck in his throat. He couldn't speak either way and didn't know what to say.
No, do all the serious children of your Zhang family have to learn so much?
Zhang Zhiwei thought about the skills he had acquired over the years, and also about his favorite disciple, and felt a little pain in his teeth.
"Didn't we say we wanted to have a competition? Where are the people? How about we each come up with a question, and play it out in a best-of-five format?"
Zhang Molan was very excited and couldn't wait any longer.
Although Jiayou's martial arts foundation is not good, he studies very hard.
This is the child he and Xiao Youjun taught together. His written test scores in liberal arts are among the top five among the younger generation of the Zhang family. He must be brought out to show off!
Speaking of those miscellaneous eighteen martial arts, Liu Shang no longer looked up at the sky in melancholy, but was instantly revived with excitement.
It would be better than this if I had told you earlier!
He is not good at fighting, but he is a good student. Those skills are the result of his hard work and practice, which he has honed bit by bit.
To be honest, when he chose certain subjects, it was just to show off. If he didn't show it off now, when would he?
Liu Shang held his head high and his chest puffed out, his eyes full of light.
Although I was forced to make progress when I was studying, it really felt good when I showed my results to others.
As for subjects like music, chess, calligraphy and painting, ordinary people think that they can only be used to cultivate one's sentiments.
But it was different in the Zhang family. When others were studying hard, they were studying hard. When others were cultivating their sentiments, they were studying hard using the means of cultivating their sentiments.
Hey~, the main point is to make the best use of everything!
Instruments such as the qin, guzheng, and pipa can help practice hand control and auditory recognition ability.
Playing chess can exercise thinking ability, as well as micro-expression management and observation skills.
Writing calligraphy can hone your patience, and you can also learn other languages, writing styles from different eras, or imitate handwriting.
Drawing can also help you practice hand muscle control, character shorthand, and the coordination of colors and lines to create human skin masks more reasonably and meticulously.
It can be said that none of the Zhang family’s courses are truly interest courses, and all elective courses are to serve the major courses.
"Best of five? That's not good. You've come all the way here, and we don't want to overwork you. How about best of three?"
Zhang Zhiwei spoke in a nonchalant tone, looking extremely calm, but in fact he was thinking about the fact that his disciple Zhang Lingyu did not have as many skills as others.
In the competition, there will definitely be a fight, and they are basically sure to win this round.
He had carefully observed this child named Liu Shang. Although he, like the other members of the Zhang family, practiced spiritual energy, and spiritual energy had a slight suppression on Qi, this child's practice was very shallow.
In addition, this guy has thin arms and legs and has not practiced any additional horizontal training kung fu, so it is easy for Zhang Lingyu to defeat him.
But apart from this game, Zhang Zhiwei had no confidence in his apprentice in other games.
Zhang Lingyu was like a taciturn person, who only knew how to practice all day long. Zhang Zhiwei didn't know what else he was good at besides practicing.
What if... He said what if~
Thinking in the worst case scenario, what if his beloved disciple defeated him with a best-of-five score? How would he face people in the future?
What would the people of Qingfeng Temple think of him then? What would the people of Maoshan think of him? And what would the old monks of Wudang Mountain think of him!!!
As Zhang Zhiwei thought about it, veins on his forehead began to pop out.
He is so old now, and he has already taken things lightly. Now, all he cares about is his face in front of those old friends.
Just like when those shameless old guys fought with me, they could attribute the crushing defeat to carelessness and failure to dodge, which led to the narrow defeat.
Best of three games could be considered a close call, but best of five games, four out of five, is truly beyond redemption!!!
"Best of three, that's fine."
Zhang Molan nodded with some regret. Zhang Zhiwei then asked someone to summon his beloved apprentice and took them to the back mountain.
Normally no one goes to the back mountain, and there are many flat areas suitable for young people to practice with each other.
When Zhang Lingyu came over, he saw his master having a cheerful conversation with a young man, and next to him was a child who looked to be only in his teens.
"Master, is there something you want me to come over for?"
Zhang Lingyu first bowed respectfully to the old Taoist priest, and then asked without looking away.
"Lingyu, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Zhang Molan, a senior from the Zhang family. You can just call him senior. The child next to him is your beloved disciple, Liu Shang."
Zhang Zhiwei solemnly introduced the two to Zhang Lingyu, and after he politely saluted, he introduced them to the two again.
"This is my disappointing young disciple, Zhang Lingyu.
What do you think, senior?"
Zhang Zhiwei's words were ambiguous. On the surface, he was asking Zhang Molan how his disciple was being taught, but secretly he was asking whether his disciple also had the blood of the Zhang family.
"The disciple of the old Tianshi is naturally good, and I think he has some connection with our Zhang family."
In front of others, Zhang Molan was still very considerate and called Zhang Zhiwei "Old Heavenly Master". The main reason was that this was on the territory of Longhu Mountain and he was afraid of trouble.
As for this guy called Zhang Lingyu...
Zhang Molan looked at the other person from head to toe, frowned slightly, and fell into deep thought.
He didn't understand...how could the other person, a Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain, be more fashionable than him?
Look at the long white hair that reaches his waist, and the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows. He has a cool and elegant temperament, and is wearing a white Taoist robe.
My goodness, who crawled out of the grave, you or me?
Zhang Molan's expression was very subtle.
It's strange. I suddenly feel like I'm being outdone. What's going on?
But judging from the bloodline perception, the other party seemed to be a wild Qiongqi? He really didn't pay attention when he came last time.
Another silly one...
Zhang Molan's expression showed a hint of disgust, but he still asked according to the rules.
"You should have the blood of our Zhang family's maternal family. Do you want to come to our Zhang family? Our family's conditions are quite good, and you can learn a lot."
When Zhang Lingyu heard his question, he immediately frowned, bowed to him, and then answered in a deep and arrogant voice.
"Thank you for your kindness, Senior. However, I, Zhang Lingyu, am the heir of the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain. No matter what conditions you offer, I will not leave the Tianshi Mansion."
Zhang Lingyu thought that the other party had seen his outstanding qualifications and wanted to poach him and bring him into their power, so he said this without any politeness.
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