No need to sit cross-legged, Zhang Ze stood in the courtyard, closed his eyes, and began the breathing technique.
Before long, Zhang Ze was able to sense the qi, but looking at the golden qi whirl in his hand, he shook his head.
He didn't use the Sword Sect's breathing technique, but the Beast Taming Sect's.
Logically, this whirl should be blue.
"Brother Zhang, did your master teach you?" Wei Zhuang's voice sounded behind Zhang Ze.
Zhang Ze turned around and saw Wei Zhuang sitting on the wall of the small courtyard, still with his smiling expression.
Three years on, Wei Zhuang had also grown taller, but his elusive antics remained the same, always managing to sneak out of mysterious places.
Perhaps this was talent.
"He taught me and even gifted me a sword."
Zhang Ze pointed to the sword on the table.
After chatting a bit with Wei Zhuang, Zhang Ze turned the conversation to the story of "The Seven Little Goblins and Snow White."
"I know, Brother Zhang told me about it, quite an interesting story."
After speaking, Wei Zhuang laughed, recounting what happened when Zhang Ze told him this story.
But Zhang Ze was sure he hadn't told Wei Zhuang about it.
This story was told last night to the little ancestor, but at that time, Wei Zhuang had hidden away.
Currently, the little ancestor was sleeping peacefully in Wei Ning's arms, so logically Wei Zhuang shouldn't know the story.
Looking at Wei Zhuang, Zhang Ze said, "Then let me tell you another one."
"What kind of story?"
"Little Red Riding Hood and Grandpa Ox"
"Why does your story sound odd?"
"What's odd about it? I assure you it's healthy and uplifting."
Inviting Wei Zhuang to sit down and pouring him a cup of tea, Zhang Ze began to tell the second silly story.
Long, long ago, Little Red Riding Hood and the Green Hat, along with a turtle named King Koopa, formed a brotherhood in the Peach Garden.
It was a time of chaos, and the three brothers decided to establish a cause, so they went to Wagang Stronghold.
Later as the world revolved, they battled Fang La, fought King Zhou, and the three brothers lived and died together. At Five Miles Plain, they spun 100 horses, lit the Seven-Star Lamp, and summoned the strongest complete form of causality, Zhuge Liang, achieving a successful Northern expedition.
Once the story was told, silence enveloped the garden.
After a long pause, Wei Zhuang nodded and said, "Your story is indeed healthy and uplifting, full of ups and downs, so where is Grandpa Ox?"
Zhang Ze smiled awkwardly, "Don't mind the details. Brother Wei, did you come to find me for something today?"
"Yes, I'm heading out on a trip soon," Wei Zhuang replied.
"Where are you going?" Zhang Ze asked.
"It's a sect mission, want to join me, Brother Zhang?" Wei Zhuang asked.
"Never mind, I have things to attend to." Zhang Ze shook his head.
"What a pity, can you wait for my return?" Wei Zhuang asked.
"Certainly," Zhang Ze answered.
Zhang Ze stood in the Library Pavilion, casually browsing through books. Stories had emerged in those originally blank books.
"Little Girl Selling Flying Swords"
"Thumbelina Pulling Up the Willow Tree"
"Ice and Snow Legend of the Dominating Tiger's Dominance Over the World"
"The Sea's Daughter's Nine Heavens Ascension"
"Jingke and Sleeping Beauty"
Closing the book, Zhang Ze felt he might have caused enough trouble.
He turned and left the Library Pavilion.
As soon as he stepped outside, Zhang Ze saw the little ancestor waiting at the door. The little ancestor ran over and tugged at Zhang Ze's clothes.
"Didn't you finish yesterday's story?"
"Which story?" Zhang Ze lifted the little ancestor up.
"The one called Taoist Path to Heaven, and the one about Spirit Deer Valley moving mountains..." The little ancestor patted Zhang Ze's shoulder.
"Today let's switch to something else, I'll tell you a story about the Sword Sect." With that, Zhang Ze carried the little ancestor down the mountain.
Truth to be told, he only knew a bit about the Sword Sect, but it became fascinating coming from his rambling mouth.
Talking as he walked, narrating until the Sword Sect justly split off a Thousand Mechanism Pavilion, Zhang Ze finally stopped at the mountain gate.
"Wake up, great ancestor."
There was no response, as everything before his eyes began to lose color, becoming mottled gray and yellow, like an ancient scroll turned moldy.
When Zhang Ze opened his eyes again, he found himself standing once more in the Sword Sect's plaza below the mountain. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel[f]ire.net
The plaza was bustling, the eunuch still sitting on the large carriage.
The familiar scenario played out once more.
This time, during the second viewing, Zhang Ze didn't stand idly, but as the trial began, he directly started walking towards the climbing path.
However, someone held him back this time.
"What's the rest of the story?"
Only this time it wasn't a child but the real Wei Zhuang.
With white hair, he no longer smiled.