In the next few hours, He Weitong visited all the large and small peaks of Qingcheng Mountain one by one.

Now it is a troubled time, and the mountains are not as crowded as in later generations, and now this is just a place for Taoist monks to cultivate.

Although there are still people who come to play, but it is also a very few, after all, in this era, those who can play without working have a certain economic strength at home, and in this era, there are obviously not too many such people.

He Weitong did not alarm the Taoist priest in the view, but took Si Tou to check it himself.

Along the way, He Weitong was very disappointed, because 100% of the Taoist priests he saw were ordinary people, and there was no fluctuation of true qi on his body.

The most powerful thing is that there is still a long way to go from the extraordinary.

Thirty-six mountains, the most powerful is an old Taoist priest in his nineties, whose cultivation is similar to that of Xie Laodao in Wudang.

Of course, this is only what he saw, and maybe there are some masters in the mountains that he didn't see.

He Weitong stood on a 100-meter mountain peak with no one and looked at the scenery around him.

It was a mountain made almost entirely of rock, and he stood at the highest point of the mountain's size and looked around indifferently.

To be honest, He Weitong was a little disappointed.

Qingcheng Mountain is a famous mountain in the history of Taoism, but the realm of Taoist priests in the mountain is low and pitiful, and it cannot support it at all.

Qingcheng Mountain is different from Wudang Mountain, Wudang Mountain is declining, he can understand, after all, it is still martial arts that is associated with Wudang, although there have been many high roads in history, but there are not many myths and legends.

Qincheng Mountain is different, it has repeatedly appeared in myths and legends.

Wudang Mountain can also be said to be a mountain between the transcendent and the mundane, while Qingcheng Mountain is a mountain that has completely entered the transcendent realm.

When it comes to Wudang Mountain, what everyone thinks of most is Tai Chi, Neijiaquan, and Gao Dao.

When it comes to Qingcheng Mountain, what everyone thinks of most is Zhang Daoling, Bai Suzhen, anyway, all kinds of masters who have become immortals here.

So when he saw Qingcheng Mountain like this, he was a little disappointed.

He Weitong frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What are you thinking?" Xiao Sitou took He Weitong's hand and looked up and asked.

He Weitong slowly lowered his head, looked at Si Tou beside him, and smiled, but did not answer her question.

He Weitong raised his head again, but this time he began to silently run his true qi.

Slowly, a golden light began to appear in He Weitong's eyes.

While He Weitong opened the eye of heaven, he consciously adjusted his breath to make it close to the frequency of Qingcheng Mountain.

Everything in the world, whether dead or alive, has its own frequency.

He Weitong wanted to see something that mortals couldn't see, and then he wanted to fit Qingcheng Mountain.

Half an hour passed, and the world in He Weitong's eyes began to slowly change.

The mountain is still the same mountain, but it's not the same mountain again.

Suddenly, on the top of the thirty-six peaks of Qingcheng, several pillars of light rose to the sky.

Even though it was still daylight, the giant pillar of light still shone.

There are more than four or five large peaks, and one or two small ones, adding up to more than a hundred.

The huge pillar of light rose into the sky, and it could be seen at a glance even from a few kilometers away.

He Weitong looked at this scene that was different from Wudang, and was very surprised in his heart, but at the same time, he wanted to figure out what was under the pillar of light.

He Weitong endured the excitement in his heart, looked down at Xiao Si Tou beside him, and then said, "Hold me tight." ”

Although Si Tou didn't know what He Weitong was going to do, he still hugged him tightly according to his instructions.

He Weitong saw that Xiao Si Tou hugged him, and then put one hand on Si Tou's back, and then jumped off the cliff directly.

Leap over the rocks, towards the nearest pillar of light.

It was an inconspicuous mountain, not among the thirty-six peaks in Qingcheng.

A minute later, He Weitong crossed a distance of one kilometer and came to the peak.

The peak of this mountain is no more than 500 meters high, and the forest in the mountain is deep and dense, and it looks like a barren mountain that no one has come and visited.

He Weitong did not walk on the ground, but jumped directly at the top of the tree, and soon passed through the dense forest and came to the top of the mountain.

At the top of the mountain is a small layer of rock, which is a rare open field, and there is a natural stone cave here.

Underneath the pillar of light, there was a phanthropic shadow.

Seeing this scene, He Weitong showed an expression that was really like this.

He Weitong jumped down from the top of the tree and came to the phantom.

This is an old man in an indigo robe, he is sitting quietly on the futon, his hands are clenched in the dantian, as if he is practicing some advanced exercises.

Although He Weitong didn't know this person, his subconscious told him that this person was extraordinary.

He Weitong slowly approached the phantom, and finally simply sat down directly at the phantom and began to run the exercises, in order to affect the inheritance in the phantom.

He closed his eyes and slowly entered a special world.

Here is nothingness, gray, nothing.

He Weitong stood here, frowning, and just as he was about to do something, the world suddenly changed again.

The world was spinning, and he came to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and saw an old man and a young man, the old one was about sixty years old, and the young one was more than twenty years old, and they were climbing among the mountains.

He Weitong looked at everything unfamiliar, and he was sure that he had never been here.

Soon, the picture in front of me changed again.

It's still the same mountain, but the trees that have obviously grown in the mountain have made it many years since He Weitong realized the Dao last time.

He Weitong's gaze came to the top of the mountain, next to a cliff, the old Taoist priest was sitting in front of a bronze Dan furnace, and the young man was adding firewood on the side.

Time accelerated again, and one morning, the sky was colorful, like a dragon and a tiger, and the Dan furnace suddenly shot out a dazzling golden light, and it didn't take long for a golden pill furnace to float out.

"Dragon Tiger Dan, this old Taoist priest is Zhang Daoling."

Looking at this scene in front of him, He Wei suddenly realized in his heart.

Suddenly, everything in front of him disappeared again.

In the next second, the screen came to another place.

An old man and a young man traveled thousands of miles to enter Shu and came to Qingcheng Mountain to preach, and the Heavenly Master Dao, that is, Taoism was founded.

The picture went black, and He Weitong's spirit returned to reality.

He Weitong opened his eyes suddenly, then got up and looked at the phantom in front of him.

He really didn't expect that the old Taoist in front of him was the Taoist patriarch Zhang Daoling.

There are so many peaks in Qingcheng Mountain, and his inheritance is on such an inconspicuous hill, He Weitong can't figure out where this mountain is worthy of his favor.

"What are you looking at?"

Si Tou on the side saw that He Weitong was acting abnormally, so he asked again.

He Weitong ignored Xiao Sitou, his mind was all on the phantom in front of him at the moment.

Suddenly, He Wei felt that his chest was hot, and he reached out to take out the heat source and found that it was the Wudang Tiandan.

"Could it be that this is really Zhang Daoling's Dragon and Tiger Pill?" He Weitong looked at the elixir that exuded golden light in his hand and asked.

Although Wudang recorded that this Tiandan was Zhang Daoling's Dragon and Tiger Pill, he didn't believe it at first.

Because legend has it that there is only one Dragon and Tiger Pill, after Zhang Daoling succeeded in establishing the religion, he took it and ascended.