What do you think?

What else can I think?

The old Taoist priests looked at the summer situation with snot and tears.

Everyone has really cultivated and flown to the front of Zixiao Palace, and you still ask us what we want?

"Well... Just let me meet this unearthly boy later. ”

"I didn't expect to see the legendary monk at the age when half of my feet were in the ground, and the old Taoist was worth the trip in his life."

"Chao Wen Dao is dead, Lao Dao will also go with you, Lao Dao has something to ask him."

After a short period of chaos, these old Taoist priests of Wudang Mountain quickly reached a consensus.

They want to join forces to meet this sword immortal.

As for the head of Wudang or something?

Scold!

What does it have to do with the poor road?

It's just the head of Wudang Mountain, and the poor Dao cultivates the natural way of heaven and earth, not the ones you promote.

Looking at the re-energized, even like the elders who had been beaten with chicken blood, the head sighed helplessly.

What could he do?

These old Taoist priests are the living ancestors of Wudang Mountain.

Although he is in a high position and has great energy in the mundane, he can't do anything about these people.

Not to mention the incense there, the influence of these people in the Daomen is not comparable to themselves.

"Why haven't you come out yet?"

Qin Ran in mid-air still looked calm, but he wondered in his heart.

However, Qin Ran had just risen this thought on his side, and the door of Zixiao Palace was slowly opened.

As the wooden quaint gate opened, the old Taoist priests with immortal wind and bones walked out with a solemn and pious face.

"It's coming! Here it comes! ”

"These people look like real monks!"

"It's much stronger than those fake Taoists, is this the essence of Wudang Mountain?"

Although the atmosphere of a handsome young man was taken, countless tourists present remained silent, but there was a silent cry in their hearts.

The images of those old Taoist priests perfectly fit their imagination of immortal cultivators.

Fairy wind bones, pure eyes, detached temperament...

Although it is far inferior to the young man of the sword, compared with those Taoist priests he sees on weekdays, he undoubtedly looks like he has a true cultivation.

The sense of anticipation of all visitors is full.

They were looking forward to the meeting between Wudang and the Sword Sect in their hearts.

I'm afraid that the meeting between immortal cultivators should not start with a discussion of the Tao, right?

Once the Tao is discussed... Can we ordinary people benefit?

"It turns out that this is the real Wudang Mountain."

Zhang Chu in the crowd clenched his fists and carefully held his breath.

His gaze was hot and determined, and his heart was like a kitten tickling it.

This distance is too far away, and I can't hear what those old Taoist priests are saying.

What if they talk and you can't hear anything?

After all, it is rumored in the rivers and lakes, and the law is not passed on to the six ears.

Secondary 2 youths are immersed in their own entanglements and cannot extricate themselves.

I'm even thinking about why my tiger body hasn't been shaken yet.

"The old Taoist Wudang Mountain is clear, and I have seen the wonderful words of the Sword Sect."

Looking at the handsome young man in the sky, the oldest Qingxu Lao Dao, took the lead in saluting to the sky.

His gaze was reverent and fiery.

As an old man who has cultivated the Tao all his life, seeing the real sword immortal at this moment, the excitement and yearning in his heart can be imagined.

"Old ......"

The rest of the old Taoist priests followed suit and saluted one after another.

The wonderful words in the sky blinked, then retracted the sword light and fell lightly to the ground.

He looked at the group of old Taoist priests and asked with a puzzled expression:

"The younger generation has seen all the seniors, dare to ask where is the real cultivation of the inner gate of Wudang Mountain?"

When Qingxu Lao Dao heard this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly.

It's broken...

Lao Dao is already the oldest in Wudang Mountain, and you still ask where Lao Dao is really cultivating?

It's like asking a wage earner who rents a house, where is your villa?

Are you mocking, or why not eat minced meat?

It's broken!

But Qingxu Lao Dao has lived for such a long time.

Faced with the seemingly unintentional doubts of the wonderful words, Qingxu Lao Dao smiled calmly:

"Lao Dao is the oldest one in Wudang Mountain."

"As far as Lao Dao knows, there is no distinction between inside and outside Wudang Mountain."

"As for true cultivation?"

"I'm not afraid of the jokes of the little friends, a few of us old guys have been stumbling all our lives, and we haven't seen the so-called true cultivation."

"Huh?"

Miao Yan's eyebrows were raised, and an expression of surprise appeared on his face.

I saw that there seemed to be a heavenly river rushing in his eyes, and it seemed that everything in heaven and earth could be reflected in it.

After glancing for a week, Miao Yan shook his head, his tone full of doubts:

"It's... Shouldn't it? ”

"The aura on Wudang Mountain is strong, although it is not as good as the blessed land of the cave, but it can also be regarded as a pure land of cultivation."

"Why... Wudang Mountain is not really cultivated? ”

"The method that Sanfeng Zhenren sorted out back then was the most upright and peaceful."

"At the age of your predecessors, you must have achieved something."

What is the method of Mitutoyo real people?

Zhongzheng is peaceful?

Should something happen?

Hearing the information revealed by the wonderful words, the mentality of Qingxu and the old way almost exploded.

So Wudang Mountain really has a Taoist inheritance?

At least at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, but in modern society, there are no chicken feathers left?

What are the ancestors doing?

Not only the old Taoist of Qingxu, but also the other old Taoist priests also showed all kinds of complicated expressions on their faces.

There is anger, regret, unwillingness, irritability...

There is already a true law in their own inheritance, but in their generation, there is nothing left.

These people are also single-minded, right?

The result?

After practicing all my life, the so-called qi sense is probably an illusion.

And according to what this handsome young man said, if you practice the method of Wudang Mountain, even a pig can achieve something.

This Nima... The mentality is about to collapse, okay!

The old Taoist priests were collectively speechless.

What else can they say at this time, do they really start scolding their predecessors for not paying attention?

Looking at this group of old Taoist priests, Miao Yan showed a worried look on his face, and said with some uncertainty:

"That's... Is your faction's True Martial Demon Diagram still there? ”

True Martial Arts Demon Diagram?

Hearing this name that had been chanted for several days, the curiosity of the innocent real person could not be suppressed.

He coughed lightly, and his old face turned a little blushing, and he twisted and asked:

"Ahem... True Martial Demon Diagram..."

"Little friend... I don't know what this true martial arts magic map is? ”

Miao Yan's handsome face showed obvious astonishment:

"You don't even know the True Martial Demon Diagram?"

"It's... This is the core visualization of Wudang Mountain. ”

"According to the family teacher, the thousands of wonderful methods in Wudang Mountain are all derived from the true martial arts demon map."

"It is rumored that in this True Martial Demon Diagram, there is a trace of the breath of the True Martial Emperor, so it is the foundation of the True Martial Dao System."

"You don't know?"

"Won't it?"

Boom...

Without any warning, Qingxu Lao Dao suddenly covered his heart.

No, I can't hold it back.

What did the ancestors do to lack morality, and such important information as the True Martial Demon Diagram has not been passed down.