The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1178: A Piece of Pu Yu

Chapter 1178: Chapter 1178: A Piece of Pu Yu

Before going to Tai Chi Sect, Long Fei had already prepared himself mentally.

But he hadn’t expected that upon arrival, the situation would be even worse than he imagined.

What kind of Daoist temple was this? It was clearly an abandoned thatch hut.

The walls were made of piled stones, with a statue of Ancestor Zhang Sanfeng enshrined in the main hall in the front, and living quarters in the back.

The room had only two chambers, one was for Master Zhang Zhengyang, and the other for the disciple.

Surprisingly, in such a rundown place, Zhang Zhengyang had actually taken in a disciple.

This disciple was young, around fifteen or sixteen years old.

His eyes were bright and full of spirit, but he seemed a bit dull when speaking, bearing a somewhat slow and silly demeanor.

After Zhang Zhengyang entered, the boy came up, his face turning red with anxiety, and urgently said, "Mas, Master, you’re back. I’m hungry, Pu Yu has been hungry for two days."

"Pu Yu, good disciple, we have money now, no need to go hungry anymore."

Zhang Zhengyang touched his head affectionately, introducing to everyone, "This is my disciple, Pu Yu."

He asked Pu Yu to greet everyone.

The young boy, probably not used to seeing so many outsiders, blushed and squeezed out a phrase, "Hello brothers, hello sisters."

Liu Ruyan touched his cheek and smiled, "This little guy is really cute, sister has some food here for you, take it and eat!"

She took out some beef jerky from her small backpack and handed it to Pu Yu.

Pu Yu smelled the fragrance and grabbed it to eat, probably because he was starving.

Third Master Shen teased from behind, "Old Zhang, didn’t you leave any food for your disciple when you left?"

Zhang Zhengyang replied with embarrassment, "I did, but my disciple has a big appetite, he needs to eat more than a dozen kilograms of rice for a meal. According to the plan, I should have been back by day, delaying until now, indeed I’ve left him hungry."

"More than a dozen kilograms?"

Third Master Shen and others were astounded, a normal person eats three to five hundred grams of rice per meal, yet this kid can eat more than a dozen kilograms?

Long Fei became curious, extending his spiritual power to probe Pu Yu, his face revealing a look of surprise.

This boy’s blood throughout his body was a golden yellow color, full of vigorous Blood Qi.

Could it be that he needed to eat so much because his organs, with such a blood structure, were akin to the engine of a sports car?

Once active, the energy consumption is naturally astonishing.

Long Fei asked his new disciple Tan Yaozong to pick some dry wood, then started a fire under the big banyan tree in the courtyard and began to roast the meat of the Black Dragon they had just killed.

Tan Yaozong scurried to obey; he couldn’t even dare to dream of becoming Long Fei’s disciple.

The Black Jiao Dragon had at least evolved to possess the Azure Dragon Bloodline, with overwhelming Blood Qi and exceptional meat quality.

Pu Yu touched his drooling mouth, dumbly watching Long Fei with a silly grin, looking blissfully happy.

The old Daoist, Zhang Zhengyang, came over after setting things down, and sat down with everyone, holding a stack of wine bowls and a wine jar in his arms.

Each person was given one, filled up.

His Tai Chi had already reached the Grandmaster Realm, and with a flick of his arms, the wine bowls gracefully took flight and descended smoothly.

Third Master Shen and the others were stunned and started applauding in admiration.

They had originally thought this old fellow was just an average joe, only to discover he was a hidden superior being.

It’s just that he seemed a bit less impressive in front of Long Fei.

The Black Dragon meat was large, and just one piece that Long Fei cut off was the size of an entire steak.

After the aroma of the meat emerged, he sprinkled some salt and seasoning, flipped and roasted it for a while before cutting up the meat and distributing it to everyone, his technique very adept.

Everyone chatted as they drank their wine.

Long Fei asked Zhang Zhengyang about Pu Yu’s background.

Zhang Zhengyang explained that Pu Yu was someone he picked up from the bottom of the mountain. At that time, Pu Yu was just over a year old.

Looking dim-witted and duller than he is now, with not a trace of expression, no matter how you teased him, he would not react.

Zhang Zhengyang adopted the child and raised him through all the hardships of upbringing.

In his childhood, he was sent to school, but he always ended up being bullied by the other children.

While other children could do arithmetic, Pu Yu couldn’t even recognize big characters and would just giggle stupidly regardless of what the teacher taught.

Eventually, the principal asked the old Daoist to take Pu Yu back and suggested sending him to a special education school.

Once at that school, Pu Yu became even more reclusive, so in the end, the old Daoist simply kept him at home.

This silly boy was poor at studying and excessively clumsy at practicing martial arts.

The Tai Chi that the old Daoist taught him took a full five or six years just to memorize.

Over these ten plus years, he hadn’t learned any other forms of martial arts; he only knew this single Tai Chi set.

Long Fei and the rest couldn’t help but laugh, and they asked Pu Yu to get up and perform the set for everyone.

Pu Yu, who was gnawing on Black Jiao Dragon meat, reluctantly stood up at the behest of his master Zhang Zhengyang and wiped his mouth before beginning to demonstrate for everyone.

Tai Chi is about being relaxed and natural, seamlessly integrated.

It is supposed to be a very relaxed form of martial arts, but when performed by Pu Yu, it appeared as stiff as Vajra dancing.

Not only was there no softness, but it also carried a fierce wind, overly vigorous and strong.

Tan Yaozong, upon seeing this clumsy form, felt smug and boasted over his drink, "Old Daoist, not to brag, but our Tan’s Leg Technique would knock your disciple down within three moves."

Zhang Xuan’er scolded, "Junior brother, if you spout nonsense again, I’ll hit you!"

Liuu Ruyan said, "Yeah, if you have the skills, why not spar with your senior sister? What kind of ability is it to bully Pu Yu?"

Tan Yaozong hastily waved his hands, "Senior sister, that’s not what I meant. Exchanging martial ideas is all about friendly sparring! You’re a cultivator, and I’m a martial artist—it’s not fair at all!"

He knew how formidable Zhang Xuan’er was and dared not challenge her.

It is said that he was able to compete with Long Fei once upon a time.

But who would have imagined, starting from the same point, within two or three years, the other had become an almost immortal figure.

While he himself was still showing off a few kicks, without any real progress.

Sixth Master Tan couldn’t bear to watch any longer and scolded his nephew, "Don’t you know your own limitations? Sit down and enjoy your drink and meat quietly. Don’t embarrass me."

Long Fei, however, smiled and said, "Since we have nothing better to do, why not engage in a martial exchange? Daoist Zhengyang, may I ask my disciple to have a friendly spar with yours?"

Zhang Zhengyang knew the background of Tan Yaozong and that he had recently become Long Fei’s disciple.

Stroking his beard, he smiled and said, "Alright, since the Daoist has commanded it, I shall comply."

Tan Yaozong stood up looking self-important and stood opposite Pu Yu.

Bullying the simple-minded and teasing widows were Tan Yaozong’s ’unique’ skills; he was brimming with confidence, feeling he could finally show his capabilities in front of Long Fei.

Zhang Zhengyang instructed his disciple, "Pu Yu, follow and have a bout with your senior brother. If you cannot win, it’s alright to admit defeat; there’s no need to overexert yourself."

"Understood, Master!"

Pu Yu gnawed on the bone of the Black Jiao, his mouth greasy with oil.

Tan Yaozong bowed with his fist, exhibiting the demeanor of a grand sect’s disciple, putting on airs as he said, "Junior brother Pu Yu, I pay my respects."

He moved like the wind, aiming a direct kick at Pu Yu’s forehead.

Zhang Xuan’er shook her head, thinking her junior brother was too much, picking on a fool was no achievement, and it was disgraceful to their sect.

Liuu Ruyan also widened her eyes, nervously gripping her hands for Pu Yu.

She hadn’t expected that Tan Yaozong was actually quite skilled.

His kick carried an imposing wind, like a long snake lashing its tail, fiercely powerful.