Zhang Lingdao knew that there would be nothing good, the whole person was still whirlpool in the sky, and when he didn't react much, his body had already crossed the mountains where the real martial arts overlapped, and the corner of his eye could even see those golden and brilliant halls.

When he opened his eyes again, the person had already stood at the door of the True Martial Palace, and the Uncle Yiyunzi who came with him had long since disappeared, so he thought he should have gone back to the Taiji Dojo again, right?

Zhenwu Hall, the tallest building of the entire sect in the mountain, is also the most magnificent and magnificent landscape in the sect, below the main hall, is the square of Zhenwu, where you can clearly see the disciples practicing swords below the square, and there is also the huge Taiji.

At the entrance of the main hall, there were four disciples standing guard, this is also one of the requirements of the experience, I think he also stood here at the beginning, asking for a solemn look, not smiling, unless necessary, not to act.

The disciples also saw him, but they didn't glance at him at all, they were standing here, representing the façade of Zhenwu, naturally it was impossible not to know this.

And the Zhike disciple on the side is not so particular, he was originally here to greet the guests, thinking that he is very free, plus there are not so many rules, he smiled at Zhang Lingdao very gently.

After all, this is the entrance of the main hall, and he still can't talk too much, so he can only express his kindness in this way.

Zhang Lingdao nodded very understandingly, smiled at him as well, and straightened his hair and clothes that were blown by the wind, which was necessary to do before seeing the teacher, and he was dressed.

Feeling that his state had been perfected, he slowly walked into the temple. There is no upright sitting facility in the main hall, when the door is a statue of the Emperor Zhenwu, next to it are incense candles, the rigorous and solemn atmosphere comes to the face, and instantly makes him extremely quiet.

Skipping the disciples who were still in the main hall, Zhang Lingdao saw the old man standing in the center of the hall at a glance, his beard was white, his eyebrows were peaceful and quiet, and he smiled faintly and looked at Zhang Lingdao.

Zhang Lingdao walked up to him quietly, slowly bowed down, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed, "Master, the apprentice is back." ”

Zhang Mengbai looked at him with a smile on his face, and didn't speak, Zhang Lingdao also knew that now was not the time to speak, so he quietly walked past him and walked to the statue of Emperor Zhenwu.

Zhang Lingdao took the three pillars of long incense from the hands of the incense disciples on the side, slowly walked to the statue, knelt down on the left side, held the long incense with both hands, and slowly worshipped.

One worship, Emperor Zhenwu.

Second worship, true martial ancestor.

Three bows, the disciples return to the church.

After three bows, he inserted the incense in his hand into the incense burner on the side, and then walked back to the front hall, where Zhang Mengbai was.

Zhang Mengbai was holding his beard, just standing quietly, the biggest difference from the Zhenwu disciples was that he held a sword tightly in his hand, unlike other disciples, who held two.

Zhang Lingdao saluted again, "Master, fortunately, the disciple has returned." ”

Zhang Mengbai said lightly, "The time of your return is a few days different from what we expected. I wonder if you came back a few days late, what happened down the mountain? ”

Zhang Lingdao's heart moved, why didn't the master know about the Meng family's blood book? However, thinking that the sender was Senior Brother Xiao, and then thinking of what the junior brother said before, he seemed to have a clear understanding and replied:

"Returning to the master, this matter has to start from the bloody clothes building in Yunji Water Pavilion......" He told Zhang Mengbai in detail what he had experienced, except for the system he carried, there was nothing to hide.

"The rivers and lakes have been new for ten years, and the king of Hades has changed his ghost! Hmm......" Zhang Mengbai listened to Zhang Lingdao's narration, stroked his beard and muttered for a long time, "Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor; The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized. I didn't expect to hear this poem again in my lifetime! ”

Zhang Lingdao felt that there seemed to be a lot of mystery in this, and hurriedly asked, "Master, have you ever heard of this poem?" What exactly does this poem mean? ”

Zhang Mengbai's expression was full of memories, "For your generation, those people are simply out of reach, and when they disappeared, you were not yet born. ”

"It was a few decades ago, and what this poem says is Bai Yujing, a generation of wonder heroes of the year, he is also the former dragon head of the Blue Dragon Society, and his martial arts are so high that it can be said that he is shaking the past and the present." The longing in Zhang Mengbai's expression made Zhang Lingdao fascinated.

"But this person disappeared from the rivers and lakes 20 years ago and became an unsolved case, because of his disappearance, the Qinglong Society will fall apart, and the pattern of the rivers and lakes will be chaotic from then on......," he briefly recounted what happened, "Now I'm afraid that the Qinglong Club is going to reappear in the rivers and lakes!" ”

"The Blue Dragon Society? What exactly are they? Suddenly hearing the name of such an organization, Zhang Lingdao was a little stunned, but in his memory and life experience, he had never heard of a name.

Zhang Mengbai thought about it, but still shook his head, "You just returned to the mountain, it is not appropriate to know about this matter yet, wait for the time to be ripe, and the teacher will talk to you." It's not early, you should be tired all the way, let's go down and rest first. ”

Zhang Lingdao nodded, "Yes, Master!" With that, he slowly withdrew from the main hall, hunched over the whole way out, and slowly retreated.

Zhenwu is an authentic Taoist Xuanmen, after Zhang Mengbai's decades of discipline, he already has a set of rules that belong to him, and every disciple knows it by heart, and naturally he will not forget it.

Although the sect belongs to the Jianghu sect, it still belongs to the Taoist sect, in the rivers and lakes, according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, in the sect, naturally, according to the rules of the Taoist sect.

He came out of the door, then slowly got up, looking at the sun still hanging high in the sky, anyway, it's okay, it's better to go back to the room first and clean up the things on your body.

In the previous article, we mentioned that the buildings in front of and next to the Zhenwu Hall belong to the sect buildings, which are basically used for public use, and there is no place for disciples to live.

And the places that can really be used to live are basically halfway up the mountain and behind the mountain, the pavilions and pavilions of Zhenwu are all built on the mountain, and many rooms are directly excavated from the mountain, and Zhang Lingdao's house is naturally no exception.

Just below the alchemy pharmacy, there is a row of houses, all of which are for the head disciples to live, the first batch to live here is Long Fuxing, the last group to live here is the laughing man, and now, this is Zhang Lingdao's residence.

His horse was put at the gate of the mountain by Uncle Yiyunzi, so naturally there would be someone to take care of it, but he didn't have to worry too much, when he saw his house, he suddenly felt an extreme exhaustion all over his body, and after a simple cleanup, he lay down on the bed groggily.