Wudang Mountain.

The ancestral court of Taoism a hundred years ago has now been robbed of its fame by Longhu Mountain, which is closer to Liyang, and pilgrims are scarce and gradually decline.

One large and one small walked slowly on the stone steps leading to the Zhenwu Palace.

Laughing.

The Wudang Taoist priests who met along the way had to be honored by the old Taoist in one big and one small.

"Changqing, this will be the place where you practice from now on, and it will also be your other home."

Wang Chonglou went all the way, and the smile on his face never diminished.

All the way.

The more he talked to the little guy next to him, the more he liked the little guy.

Although the other party is only eight years old, he is both intellectual and discerning.

It's the most he's seen in the past 100 years.

Like the other party's talents, they are all "excellent".

Wu Changqing nodded silently on the side.

Feel the vitality of the surrounding greenery, and the concentration of aura far beyond the cool mountain.

He couldn't help but feel a little excited in his heart.

This is where he went one step further.

Earlier I entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and started the retreat again.

After more than ten years of retreat, as long as he is allowed to step into the foundation building realm, he will have the confidence to be invincible in the world.

At that time, he will start his comprehensive martial arts journey.

On the dragon and tiger, step on the martial emperor, and travel to the countries.

Begin to imagine your own immortal life......

Just when Wu Changqing was still imagining the future in his heart.

He had already followed Wang Chonglou to the top of the mountain.

There are 14 Taoist temples on Wudang Mountain.

The most central is the main Taoist temple, and it is also the place where Wudang Mountain enshrines the Emperor Zhenwu.

The rest of the Taoist temples are all places where Wudang elders preach or worship ancestral incense.

The two appeared in the Zhenwu Hall.

With its back to the huge stone statue standing with a sword in its face.

In front of them, there are many Taoists in Wudang.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the senior brother I brought back from the mountain this time, named Wu Changqing."

"If Changqing has any difficult questions in the future, you can ask these junior brothers and sisters of yours."

Wang Chonglou solemnly introduced Wu Changqing to the people of Wudang.

And he was a substitute apprentice, and he should have introduced Wu Changqing as a junior uncle.

But before they left in Beiliang, Xu Xiao had instructed him not to let Changqing be too dazzling.

so as not to be detected by the Liyang royal family.

That's why he specially lowered Wu Changqing by a generation on the surface.

But it's also extraordinary.

Suddenly.

There was an uproar in the crowd.

The loudest discussion is still the younger generation of little Taoist priests.

They looked at this young elder brother, and their eyes were full of doubts and doubts.

When their little uncle Hong Xixiang went up the mountain, he was taught by the previous generation, and the other party was the reincarnation of the ancestor of Wudang.

It should be the same generation as the head.

They are convinced of this.

But now why did their head of the sect bring back a senior brother?

Could it be that the other party is also the heirloom of the Wudang Patriarch?

"Zhangjiao, as a senior brother, but what are the extraordinary roots?"

Among the Taoist priests, a little Taoist priest who looked at him about fourteen or fifteen frowned and asked everyone's doubts.

"None."

Wang Chonglou had expected such a scene a long time ago, but his reply was a simple "none".

"Then this senior brother is from a wealthy nobleman? Can you come to more incense for me Wudang? ”

The little Taoist priest asked again.

It's just that this time the question is much sharper.

Everyone looked at Xiaodao in a strange way.

The little Taoist priest's name is Zhiheng.

He is now the Taoist priest with the best understanding among his peers on Wudang Mountain.

There is a faint tendency to become a closed disciple of Wang Chonglou.

Originally, the position of this senior brother was his.

But now this position should have been his place, but someone suddenly took his place.

is still an outsider, which naturally makes him extremely unconvinced.

So between the words, there is a little bit of resentment.

"Like you, from a humble background."

In order to protect Wu Changqing's true identity, Wang Chonglou still did not change his face.

"Then why is he!"

Zhiheng suddenly became excited, and directly stretched out his hand and pointed at Wu Changqing, wanting to say something unconvincing.

"Zhiheng!"

A majestic voice sounded beside Zhiheng.

Zhiheng looked up with an aggrieved face, it was the teacher who taught him alchemy, Song Zhiming.

He lowered his head unwillingly.

can look at Wu Changqing's afterglow, still depressed.

Wu Changqing didn't care about this at all.

solemnly bowed to everyone.

"Changqing has seen all your uncles and brothers."

"Please advise me."

Wu Changqing's humble and polite appearance suddenly made those uncles and uncles who were originally indifferent to Wu Changqing suddenly smile.

"Zhiheng, you are the eldest disciple of my new Wudang faction."

"Changqing's next life in Wudang will be in charge of you."

"In addition, Changqing's residence has been set in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, you help Changqing get a bedding."

"The rest of you are fine, let's do our own thing."

Wang Chonglou saw all Zhiheng's dissatisfaction with Wu Changqing.

With a smile on his face, he directly assigned the other party to take Wu Changqing to familiarize himself with the next Wudang matters.

It's just that as soon as he said this, everyone's faces changed.

Living in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?

How can this be......

Even Song Zhiming, who knew Wu Changqing's true identity, couldn't help but change his face.

Even if the other party is talented, and he is still the little prince of Beiliang.

But you can't do it like that.

Wudang Mountain has a thousand-year history, and there are very few people who can use the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion as a home residence.

"Senior brother, is this a bit out of order?"

Song Zhiming still couldn't help but speak.

"Why don't you be the head of the sect? You set the rules. ”

Song Zhiming's voice also made everyone's faces solemn.

Zhiheng's face was full of resentment.

But Wang Chonglou changed his normal attitude on the other side, and his expression was like a naughty boy, and he suddenly became arrogant.

The frightened Song Zhiming was speechless.

In Wudang Mountain.

It is Wang Chonglou's words, and no one can change what he said.

Seeing that his senior brother insisted on this, Song Zhiming waved his sleeves directly with an unsightly face.

The rest of the people could only sigh lightly and turned around and left the True Martial Hall.

Only Zhiheng, looking at Wu Changqing's face, had changed from anger to anger.

Zhiheng took Wu Changqing and left the Zhenwu Palace.

First, I went to the nearby residence where the Taoist people lived.

"The Scripture Pavilion is located in the cold, and there is no sunlight."

"You go and get three stacks of futon, no, you fold the futon."

"Don't say I don't take care of you."

Zhiheng looked at the mountains of bedding in the room, and immediately clasped his hands and said to Wu Changqing.

Wu Changqing looked at Zhiheng's careful thoughts in his eyes.

But there was no refutation of the other party.

He really went up and picked up four or five stacks of quilts, and the thick quilts even covered his vision, and it was not easy to walk.

"Let's go, I'll send you to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion earlier, I still have Taoist scriptures to understand."

Seeing this, Zhiheng chuckled lightly and immediately took the lead.

didn't share some pressure for Wu Changqing, and walked forward by himself, and the pace was not slow.