Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 202 Lü Qian: What should you do if you encounter a love affair?

On the road heading west from East China, Lü Qian rode a white tiger, with Zhang Zhiwei riding a donkey trailing behind him.

The donkey was quite intelligent. It looked at the white tiger ahead and silently followed behind, slowing its pace and making as little noise as possible. Every now and then, it would glance around with its big eyes to make sure the distance was just right.

At first, Zhang Zhiwei thought the donkey was easy to manage, but when he later saw that the donkey's four hooves were trembling from time to time, he instantly understood.

This is not a matter of ease; it is clearly out of fear of the white tiger ahead, hesitating to go forward and only daring to drag him behind.

"You donkey, you were born into the Lu family but you didn't learn their spirit. You bully the weak and fear the strong."

Zhang Zhiwei patted the donkey's head, his envy growing stronger as he looked at Lü Qian's dashing figure riding a tiger ahead.

"You have to admit, Master is really something. I wanted a cool mount, but he picked a cowardly donkey instead."

"Hmph!"

As if it understood Zhang Zhiwei's complaint, the donkey leaped up with its hind legs and kicked into the air, causing Zhang Zhiwei on its back to bounce.

"Oh, you beast!"

"Hmph!"

"roar."

Just as the man and the donkey were secretly competing, the white tiger in front turned around and roared. The originally unruly donkey immediately quieted down, lowered its head, and walked to the white tiger's side.

This time, Zhang Zhiwei finally walked side by side with Lü Qian. He patted the donkey's head twice and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As they walked side by side, Lü Qian's figure became even clearer in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes. The carefree and natural demeanor he exuded was exactly what Zhang Zhiwei had imagined himself to be like before the trip.

However, reality is quite different from fantasy. The cool mount in my dream is now just a cowardly donkey that bullies the weak.

"Sigh, why is there such a big difference?"

"What is Fellow Daoist Zhang asking?"

Lu Qian, who had been dozing on the tiger's back, opened his eyes with a smile. He had sensed everything that had just happened.

It must be said that Zhang Zhiwei, the old master, was truly an interesting person in his youth.

"It's nothing, I was just saying how different my master and the Left Sect Master are in appearance and character."

Halfway through his sentence, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly tried to cover up for his master, saying, "One is like a general who has fought on the battlefield, majestic and awe-inspiring; the other is like an immortal living in the world, riding the wind and standing alone in the world."

Zhang Zhiwei is now quite shrewd in dealing with people, and inexplicably has a shameless, bandit-like air about him.

With a few jokes and banter, the dangerous topic was put to rest.

I don't know how this banditry was passed down, or why it's become so rare in later generations.

"Speaking of which, how did Fellow Daoist Zhang come up with the idea of ​​comprehending the latter half of the Five Thunder Orthodox Method on his own?"

"Hey, I was bored on the mountain. No one can compare to me in terms of cultivation, so I decided to study something else."

Zhang Zhiwei had a smug look on his face and waved his hand slightly to indicate that these were all minor matters.

"I've practiced talismans and swordsmanship for a few days, but in the end, I still find lightning magic more interesting."

"So he imitated his master's usual method of responding to celestial phenomena and cobbled together a thunder technique of his own, which is not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning at all."

If Zhang Zhiwei's performance were to be performed in later generations, it would be considered a Versailles speech.

His self-enlightenment of the Five Thunder Orthodox Method was described as a trivial matter.

For some reason, Lü Qian felt a sense of familiarity when he saw him like this.

Shaking his head, Lü Qian put the question out of his mind, but his thoughts wandered to other things.

"I've long heard that the Celestial Master's Mansion on Mount Longhu forbids marriage. If Fellow Daoist Zhang encounters any romantic entanglements during his descent down the mountain, what will he do?"

Although he didn't quite understand the inexplicable meaning behind Lü Qian's words, Zhang Zhiwei patted his head and pondered for a moment.

"Emotional entanglement?"

"If you have truly fallen in love, then you should take him back to Longhu Mountain, where the master will perform a ritual to witness it."

"If it's not true love, then it's better to end it sooner rather than later, and seek peace of mind."

He stroked his chin, as if seriously considering the feasibility of this plan.

"My master has always been sharp-tongued but kind-hearted. At worst, I'll have a few children. With children in hand, I'm not afraid that my master won't let me in."

"As for my other fellow disciples, they might even envy me."

"Fellow Daoist Zhang is magnanimous."

Lu Qian nodded without surprise, then asked, "But what if that woman has a questionable background, or is a member of the Quanxing demon sect?"

"ha?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei's eyes widened, and he almost jumped up, his hands gripping the donkey's back.

"Fellow Daoist Lü, what do you mean by this? Do you think I, Zhang Zhiwei, am some kind of lustful fiend who would even lay hands on a Quanxing demon?"

Seeing Zhang Zhiwei's exasperation, Lü Qian shook the whisk in his hand to soothe him, "Let's make an assumption, an assumption."

"The fact that I even made this assumption means I've lost my mind."

Zhang Zhiwei turned around on the donkey's back, swinging his legs, and said, "Having an affair with Quanxing is turning a love affair into a love tribulation."

"If you don't play it right, you could die or even perish."

"Having spoken for so long, what will Fellow Daoist Lü do if he encounters matters of the heart?"

Upon hearing this, Lü Qian closed his eyes and began to ponder seriously. What was originally a casual conversation now looked more like a philosophical discussion.

On the long path of spiritual practice, having fellow practitioners makes the journey less empty and more rewarding.

After a long period of contemplation, he revealed a pair of clear eyes.

"I am generally not bound by the barriers of romantic love."

"To me, the distinction between men and women is like the distinction between yin and yang; there is no difference between them."

"What I seek is nothing more than one or two companions on my path, who can help me verify my path and go further."

There are four essential elements for seeking the Tao: Dharma, wealth, companions, and location.

The "Daoist companion" here refers to someone who walks with the seeker of the Dao, not a narrow-minded partner.

Throughout his journey, Lü Qian has encountered many fellow Daoists, and it is through their presence that he has been able to correct his course.

Upon hearing Lü Qian's answer, Zhang Zhiwei nodded curiously and asked, "Then am I now considered Fellow Daoist Lü's Daoist partner?"

"nature."

"I wish to encourage each other with Fellow Daoist Lü."

Zhang Zhiwei chuckled twice. In the past, on Longhu Mountain, he far surpassed his fellow disciples, and even some elders could not suppress him.

He also needs a companion to constantly remind him of his steps.

"Then I'll get there first."

Zhang Zhiwei waved his sleeve, about to lead the donkey ahead, but the harsh reality brought him back to his senses.

"roar."

With a calm roar, the white tiger stopped the donkey, which was about to run away, in its tracks.

Caught off guard, Zhang Zhiwei, who was on the donkey's back, quickly tightened his waist and clung to the reins, almost being thrown to the ground.

"Hey, you cowardly bully! The White Tiger is a cultivator, why would he covet a few pounds of your flesh?"

"Hmph."

The donkey cautiously glanced at the white tiger beneath Lü Qian, then snorted, its expression one of disdain.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, I shall go first."

Lu Qian carried the yellow banner, using his whisk to steer, and the figures of a man and a tiger walked ahead.

Behind him, Zhang Zhiwei spurred his donkey and strode after them, calling out, "Fellow Daoist Lü, don't be impatient, this humble Daoist is here!"

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