C2 From the Daoist Nun to the Daoist Priest

It's only been a few days, and there's a handsome middle-aged nun at the door. She introduced herself as Master Guan Shan Yan of the East Sea. This Master was not as impatient as the monk. She only said that she would meet Zhang Jingxuan for a while and teach him something before leaving. If he did not want to leave today, then he would come back tomorrow. In any case, he wasn't in a hurry, but it seemed like he wouldn't leave until he achieved his goal.

With the lesson learned from his previous experience, Zhang Wentao didn't stop him anymore. However, the Daoist nun didn't object to asking him to sit by the side and listen. The nun taught Zhang Jingxuan a set of martial arts. Zhang Wentao, who was standing by the side, felt dizzy when he heard it. It seemed that he did not understand as much as his son. After the Daoist nun finished her explanation, she told Zhang Jingxuan that there were still many things that he could not understand. He just needed to remember them first. He would slowly comprehend them in the future.

After saying that, she floated away. Zhang Wentao didn't even have time to take out the Xie Yi that he had prepared.

After that, this state became a new norm.

Every few days, someone would come and find the young master of the Zhang family. From the old man, old lady, monk, nun and lamas to young girls, the bearded uncle, the palace mistress, the peddler, the general of the government, and the actors, they were all very strange and varied. And so on and so forth. When these people arrived at their home, they requested to meet Zhang Jingxuan and stay with him alone for a while. In the room, they would practically teach him some things or martial arts. Some would even come all the way here just to tell him a story about the martial arts world.

Luckily, Zhang Jingxuan was talented and intelligent. He could almost remember everything he learned. Some of them could be learned as soon as he learned them. Some of the things he could not understand at that time, he could only memorize them like a duck. He could only study them in the future.

The most unbelievable thing was that there was once a boy who looked to be only one or two years older than Zhang Jingxuan from the outer provinces. He came all the way here to play with Zhang Jingxuan. The two little boys played for a day and a half before the little boy was taken away by a few men in green. Although the person who came was very polite and apologized to the Zhang family for causing trouble, there was a kind of elegance and nobility in it. Zhang Wentao could not guess where they came from.

At first, Zhang Wentao and his family had more or less maintained a bit of vigilance, but later on, they became somewhat numb as if they were accustomed to it. They did not ask much about the people who came. They set up a room specifically for this purpose. As long as they could ensure Zhang Jingxuan's safety, they wouldn't be taken away by the person who came. The rest would be up to them. Anyway, it seemed like these people didn't have any ill intentions towards Zhang Jingxuan.

Sometimes, if no one came after seven or eight days, the servants in the house would have to look at them and guess what kind of person would come next.

The days passed by quickly. It had not come to this day in the blink of an eye. The 18th of the ninth month of the second year of Chong Zhen was precisely the fifth year birthday of Little Zhang Jingxuan. Zhang Wentao originally wanted to quietly celebrate the child's birthday, but at this moment, it seemed like it was no longer possible.

When he opened the door, he saw that there was no one at the door. Could it be that he was hallucinating? A voice sounded from the side of the door, giving him a scare.

"Officer Zhang, are you crawling over to open the door? The old Taoist priest stood at the door with sore legs." The speaker was sitting on the stone platform beside the door. He patted his Daoist robe and got up when he saw Zhang Wentao open the door.

Zhang Wentao took a closer look. The person who came was a small old Daoist. He had a pair of curved smiling eyes. He looked amiable and funny. He could not help but think, was this the fourth or the fifth Daoist? Sigh, he was completely confused by these people from the Three Mountains and Five Peaks. Who could remember it clearly?

"Elder Taoist, please don't blame me. Perhaps I was in a trance for a moment. Please come in. It's Jingxuan's birthday today. This is just a small token of my appreciation. " After saying that, Zhang Wentao handed over a small ingot of silver. This silver ingot had already been handed out many times. However, it had never been accepted. It could be said that this person had not come for silver at all. He probably did not care about this small amount of silver.

"I don't blame you, I don't blame you. Actually, I can only blame myself for not adjusting the time. What about your son? Where did he go to play?" The old Taoist was honest and did not stand on ceremony. He casually received the silver. Zhang Wentao, who had turned the tables on him, was not used to it. He muttered in his heart: Is this fellow a swindler? Looks like I have to be careful with him.

"I'm coming!" The one who rushed in was not Little Jingxuan, but this kid had grown another finger's height since the beginning of the year. When he came in and saw the old Taoist priest, he was stunned for a moment, then asked with confusion, "Elder Taoist, why do you look so good? Also, you practice martial arts, right? "

" Oh? At least a little. Why did you ask this the moment we met? " The old Taoist priest asked with a smile.

Zhang Wentao hurriedly smiled bitterly and answered, "Don't mention it. My son thought that the people who came were all to teach him martial arts. So sometimes, he would practice what others taught him on others. He would even start fighting without saying anything. Didn't he beat a seemingly valiant and valiant man to tears three months ago? He wasn't good at martial arts, so he was actually here to teach him all kinds of oral skills. This time, he almost vomited blood. He was so weak that he couldn't teach him anymore. I can only pay the fees and go back to recuperate."

"Haha, it's still that monkey's temper. He doesn't even know how to beat people up. Alright, alright. Time is precious. It's my birthday. I have to give you some gifts, right?" The way the old Taoist smiled made Zhang Jingxuan feel a sense of familiarity. However, hearing that there was a birthday present was the happiest thing for a child. A flower bloomed on his small face.

"Let's go over there." As he spoke, the old Daoist brought little Zhang Jingxuan into the prepared room like a gust of wind. Only then did Zhang Wentao heave a sigh of relief. At least it seemed like this old Daoist was not a liar.

However, there was a loud bang in the room, followed by Zhang Jingxuan's loud "Aiyo!" which made Zhang Wentao's heart jump again. After all, his son was his heart.

"Aiyo! It hurts! Stinky old Taoist, you dare to sneak attack me." Immediately after, there was another "Pu!" sound, and Zhang Wentao's heart beat again. This old Taoist's attack should have some degree of severity. After all, Zhang Jingxuan was still a child. Don't break it. However, the words he heard this time made him temporarily put his heart back into his stomach.

"Haha, let's do it again and again. We won't suffer any losses. Old Daoist, I'm pretty good too, right? I didn't kick you, did I?" There was a little bit of pride in Zhang Jingxuan's voice, as well as a little bit of worry. Although he was young, his little arms and legs already had some strength.