"Are you new?" A man dressed in a Taoist boy of fourteen or fifteen years old stood there and asked in a low voice.

"We are the new Taoist boy who serves the third uncle." Mingyue replied loudly.

"Shh!" The elderly Taoist boy's face changed drastically. He slapped Mingyue's mouth and his face turned blue. "The third uncle fell asleep and he was most afraid of others quarrels, so he whispered in a low voice..."

Mingyue was also frightened by the other party's actions. She didn't dare to say anything else, but just nodded.

After all, it is a child's home and is easily scared. Gao Qiang is not afraid, but after seeing the performance of the 14 or 15-year-old Taoist boy, he can understand that this job is probably not easy.

"Come here," the boy called the two of them to a corner. "You probably heard that the third uncle was paralyzed and unable to move, so you don't need to do anything else. Please serve him and drink water. Of course, there are still filthy things to do..."

As the fourteen-year-old Taoist boy explained, Mingyue's face became whiter and whiter. He was a five-year-old child and often urinated on the kang. Now he asked him to serve someone who could not take care of himself. It is conceivable how difficult it was.

Gao Qiang was fully prepared. Judging from his thoughts, serving a patient is indeed enough to make many people retreat, and it is even more so to take care of a guy who is paralyzed all over. Eating and drinking water is a trivial matter, and most people may not be able to accept it by taking shit and urine.

"I can't accept it either." Gao Qiang burst into tears, "The sense of responsibility of the gods! For the sake of the Zhang Cuishan couple to survive, for the sake of Zhang Wuji having a parent, and for the sake of himself learning martial arts, I admit it!!"

Mingyue's face there has turned into bitter eggplant. The little boy had finished his instructions and patted his butt and left casually.

Gao Qiang and Mingyue watched the guy walk out. Unexpectedly, when the guy walked to the door, turned around, took a deep breath, his face full of relaxed and comfortable expressions, and then left with a smile.

"Look at that guy, he looks so proud." Gao Qiang curled his lips and muttered to Mingyue.

"Yes, Qingfeng, someone replaces him as the scapegoat. How can he be unhappy? It's all you are bad, why don't you choose to come here to suffer!" Mingyue couldn't help but complain again.

"Good Mingyue, good Mingyue, didn't we agree to advance and retreat together?" Gao Qiang hurriedly coaxed Mingyue. This little Taoist boy had a thin figure, a little curved waist, and a bit like a moon's curve, but he didn't look shining all over his body. I don't know why he was called Mingyue, the only thing that can be praised is that this guy has a good temper.

"Oh, I've been hurt by you." Mingyue rolled her eyes to Gao Qiang.

"You think, stupid Mingyue," Gao Qiang looked at the yard and pulled his ears over, "The seven uncles of our Wudang Sect only started to accept registered disciples to teach art this year. Remember, they are registered disciples and are not considered formal disciples.

You see, both of us have been eliminated and there is basically no chance to learn martial arts, but now there is a good opportunity to make us become formal disciples! We can also learn superb martial arts, will you do it?"

Mingyue is just a cheerful personality and can see it openly when encountering setbacks. This does not mean that he is not motivated and his eyes are lit up: "Is there such a good thing?"

Gao Qiang hit Mingyue's forehead with his little fist, "Idiot, think about it, our ancestor sits down the seven major disciples, the fifth uncle is missing, the third uncle is lying inside, paralyzed and unable to move, and the rest of the uncles don't want us.

But the third uncle is also a famous figure among the Seven Heroes of Wudang. If we serve him well and make him happy, can he teach us martial arts?

The third place in the Seven Heroes of Wudang, how could Yu Daying and Dasha Yu have no successor? Think about it, is this the truth?"

Gao Qiang explained this, Mingyue's bitter eggplant face suddenly turned dark and she was overjoyed: "Yes, why didn't I think of it? Qingfeng, you are still smart, hehe, wait until we become heroes..."

"Who is making noise outside the house!"

A sharp and hoarse sound rang out, like a crow clattering, or like a gong pounding. The sound was extremely unpleasant and sharp, as if it was scraped by a person's ear.

Gao Qiang and Mingyue were shocked. The sound was clearly from the inner room, but it was Yu Daiyan who could live in the inner room. Apart from that, there was no one else.

Gao Qiang and Mingyue were both scared, and Gao Qiang was even more nervous. He said this softly, what would happen if Yu Daiyan heard it?

At this moment, Gao Qiang's face was unstable, his legs seemed to tremble a little, his lips were blue, and he kept crying in his heart: God! Why are you abused me so much? Why am I going to have a disaster step by step?

I complained in my heart, but I still rushed into the inner room with Mingyue and saw a huge room of more than 50 square meters. There was no extra decoration. Apart from a large kang, there were just a table and a few chairs.

On the middle ground, there was a large recliner and a person was lying on the chair.

This man looked about forty or fifty years old, with pale face and bulging eyes. He wrapped himself in a gray-black robe. Under his clothes, he could see thin bones and edges. He was like a bamboo pole on a bamboo chair, thin and thin.

There was only a pair of eyes and a little bit of energy. Occasionally, a flash of light flashed by, but there were more bloodshots and yellow dirty colors in the pupils, swollen eyelids, cold sweat on the forehead, wet the front of the hair, unfolded the bun behind him, and spread out his hair.

Gao Qiang carefully observed the man in front of him and knew that he was Yu Daiyan, the third of the famous Seven Heroes of Wudang. It was only five years since he was paralyzed. He was about 30 years old and was in his prime. Zhang Sanfeng loved him, and taught him a profound martial arts. He was a famous man.

Such a character, who has been lying down on a bamboo chair for five years, has become like this. His weight is probably less than half of his prime. Moreover, he was seriously injured and could not speak. It was entirely up to Zhang Sanfeng to input his body with his pure and boundless internal force to speak.

The sound just now was sharp and unpleasant. I think it was because of his throat that he was injured and his pronunciation could not be as good as before.

Gao Qiang had been reading characters in the book, but he felt sad and a pity at that time. The Seven Heroes of Wudang were pitiful. Zhang Cuishan committed suicide and Mo Shenggu died of a sneak attack by his nephew. From a certain perspective, the two people died simply.

Song Yuanqiao's beloved son is not a good weapon, but he is only sad when he is old. Even if he compares, he may not be able to compare with Zhang Sanfeng's pain. Most of Zhang Sanfeng's seven disciples are unfortunate. Yin Liting's beloved wife was taken away, but he married Ji Xiaofu's daughter sixteen years later, which is considered compensation. Only Yu Daiyan is a sin that God has done so that people can't live a good life!

This Yu Daiyan is a good man. He is very skilled in martial arts, generous and upright, but he is careful to understand the overall situation. He is a rare talent. He has been disabled for a lifetime and has been lying on a bamboo chair for twenty years before he was treated again by Zhang Wuji. At that time, he was over fifty years old, his martial arts were completely gone, and he had no wife. He was lonely and lonely all his life. He was wasted on the chair. What a pity!

Gao Qiang's book has always been sad when he saw this section. Now, seeing Yu Daiyan like this for some reason, half out of heartache and half out of pleasing, and it also caused some memories of him - Gao Qiang's uncle had stomach problems for twenty years, and a big man became thinner, and this uncle has always been very kind to him, as if he were close to him.
Chapter completed!