"Jing Xuan, who are these two?" Xie Laodao glanced at He Weitong and Tang Yunlong, and then looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest on the side.

"Master, this is Professor Tang Yunlong, from overseas, he is the representative of the Overseas Taoist Association, and he is also the patron of this conference." The middle-aged Taoist priest introduced.

It's just that this Taoist leader, the middle-aged Taoist priest looked at He Weitong, who was obviously not a disciple of Wudang, and was in trouble, although the Taoist robe He Weitong was wearing was different from the Wudang Taoist robe, but there was no special mark.

Just when the middle-aged Taoist priest was about to die, the young Taoist priest in charge of the reception stepped forward and said, "Your master, this Daoist He is here to participate in the martial arts conference." ”

"Oh!"

"The junior He Weitong, a native of Baicao Dao, has seen his predecessors." He Wei bowed as he stepped forward.

"Where is Xiaoyou practicing?" Xie Laodao looked at He Weitong, and his bright eyes seemed to see through He Weitong.

"The younger generation just went down the mountain not long ago, when he was young, he practiced in the Zhaohou Temple of Jinyun Xiandu in Zhejiang Province, because of the lack of food in the mountain, so he was sent down the mountain by the master to find food to eat, and then traveled in Hangzhou for several months, and then accidentally learned that Wudang held a martial arts conference and invited martial arts colleagues to study martial arts, so he asked for an invitation from a friend."

"Jinyun Immortal Capital." Xie Laodao muttered a few words.

He Weitong could see that the other party didn't know about this place, but He Weitong didn't care either, because Zhao Hou Temple was not a big sight.

"Little friends are young and promising! Xiaoyou's cultivation has been perfected, and he may be able to get a glimpse of the avenue one day. Xie Laodao sighed.

He Weitong heard it in the clouds, how could he have cultivated to the realm of perfection, how could he spy on the avenue.

"What do you mean by this?" He Weitong asked.

"Don't say it, don't say it, if you can go that far, you will know." Xie Laodao replied slowly.

"Take this little Taoist and Tang Jushi to rest, arrange their food and lodging, don't be lazy." Xie Laodao explained to the young Taoist priest on the side.

"Yes."

After that, Xie Laodao left leisurely.

"Dao Chief, Dao Chief!! He Weitong stepped forward and shouted.

"Baicao Dao Chief, please come here!" The young Taoist priest stopped him and said.

He Weitong glanced at Xie Laodao, knowing that he wouldn't speak, and then regretfully withdrew his gaze.

"I'm sorry for the trouble, brother." He Weitong said politely.

"No trouble." The young Taoist priest said.

He Weitong nodded to Tang Yunlong in front of him, and then left with the young Taoist priest, and Tang Long also followed with his daughter when he saw this.

The young Taoist priest led the three of them through the hall, and finally came to a small courtyard built against the backdrop of the mountain.

Because the world is in troubled times, even if it is a Taoist holy place like Wudang, there is no extra money to repair the Taoist temple, so along the way, He Weitong sees mostly abandoned Taoist temples.

This is the real world, not a martial arts novel, so it is naturally impossible for Wudang to have only one sect like the Wudang faction.

There are many spectators in Wudang Mountain Road, most of them are independent, at most there is a loose alliance, and they will unite when it comes to Wudang events, and at other times, most of them are swept in front of their doors.

Not all Taoist priests in Wudang know martial arts, some like to practice martial arts, and some like to study the scriptures, which is the so-called Wen Taoist.

"Baicao Daoist, Tang Jushi, you can rest here."

"Thank you, brother."

"Thank you, Chief."

"No need, a few people have a good rest, the martial arts conference is approaching recently, there are many people who need to be received in the view, and the poor road has to return to the mountain gate to guard immediately, if there is any neglect, please take care of the two of you." The young Taoist priest said.

After saying that, the young Taoist priest left under the eyes of the three of them.

"Professor Tang, please." He Weitong looked at Tang Yunlong and said.

"Thank you, Chief."

Tang Yunlong was not polite, and directly took his daughter into the courtyard first.

"Daochang He, I think there are two rooms here, and it would be good for you and me to live in one each."

"If the Taoist chief likes that one, you can choose first." Tang Yunlong said.

"I'll just live here." He Weitong glanced at it a few times, and then chose the one on the left.

"Okay." Tang Yunlong replied.

"The Taoist is at your own convenience, let's go in first."

"Hmm." He Weitong nodded.

"Ning'er, let's go." Tang Yunlong no longer cared about He Weitong, but took his daughter into the house.

He Weitong didn't stay outside for long, but pushed open the door and entered the house with the cage on his back.

The furnishings in the house are very simple, and some of the necessary living utensils are complete, but there are no other things other than these.

He Weitong didn't think it was strange, because with Wudang's current situation, it was already good to have so many clean rooms to entertain them.

He Weitong put the cage behind him against the wall, then sat at the round table in the middle of the room, and began to think about what the old Taoist priest said just now.

Along the way, he really didn't meet a few masters, but he didn't doubt the status of Wudang as a Taoist holy land.

Just now, there are at least two masters in this Wudang, one is the White Dragon Daoist, and the other is Xie Laodao.

He can still see a little depth of the white dragon Dao person, but he can't see through the old way.

Maybe that old Dao's martial arts cultivation is not very good, just like in the original play, there is no means to deal with the enemy, but He Weitong knows that the old Dao has gone far in the Inner Danshu.

So what he said must have a deep meaning.

He Weitong thought about it for a while, but because he had no direction, he didn't come up with any results.

couldn't figure it out, He Weitong simply stopped thinking about it, but began to think about what this Wudang party could bring him.

He Weitong suddenly thought that his knowledge of Taoism was very lacking, so he was going to go to the Wudang Library to have a look, so as to understand a little bit of Taoist practice, he is now half a Taoist, and it is not good to always understand nothing.

Other things can be talked about later.

Anyway, Wudang Qibao will naturally have someone to help him gather in the end, and he doesn't need to look for it, and even if he gets one or two pieces, he can't get the last golden pill, and he must gather the seven treasures to get the inspired Tiandan.

He Weitong sat in the room for a while, and then went out.

After some inquiry, He Weitong successfully got the location of the library, because there was an order from the head of the house to be entertained, so He Weitong easily entered the library.

The library building is also very dilapidated, but it is very clean, and there are many rows of bookshelves.

He Weitong did not rush to open the scriptures, but read them carefully in the building.

The building is very quiet, there is no one, and in this era, Taoist scriptures are no longer a precious thing, so no one cares, except for coming back every day to clean it, few people come.

Because it's hard to live, who has so much time to study the classics.

The Taoist priests in the mountains also have to work, even if they want to read the scriptures, they take them back and read them slowly.

He Wei went up to the second floor, found a place by the window, and sat down with a yellowed booklet.