Wudang Mountain.

As the existence of the top ten sects in Jiuzhou, the Wudang faction does not have much presence in Jiuzhou most of the time.

The reason is well known, no one has ascended to the immortal realm within a thousand years. For ordinary people, isn't it something that measures the strength of a sect?

However, with the accumulation of Li Qiushui, who took charge of Wudang, he became the first sect to ascend to the immortal realm in the past thousand years.

For a while, the Wudang faction was in the limelight, and on that day, countless sect forces went straight to the Little Lotus Peak, and the Wudang faction returned to the field of vision of everyone in Jiuzhou again.

Especially with the replacement of the old and the new, when Han Changsheng, who stepped into the realm of leaping into the fish, took charge of the Wudang faction, the Wudang faction became more and more talked about.

Only then did ordinary people realize that the Wudang faction was not in the crowd, but had been working hard.

Originally, Wudang had closed the mountain for a hundred years, and the disciples in the door rarely walked around in the world, and their reputation in the world gradually became insignificant. Now, with the help of the prestige of the first gate of ascension, he has gained a lot of fans, and countless young people in the world are proud to worship the Wudang faction.

When the mountaineering pilgrims spread by word of mouth, the Wudang faction was constantly praised in the world.

The reason is naturally the down-to-earth spirit of the Wudang faction, unlike some sects that are high above and covered with clouds and mountains.

It turns out that many sects have long been separated from others after they have become strong, one side of the world and one world.

But the Wudang faction is quite different, that is, now the famous has never closed the mountaineering passage, and ordinary believers can still freely climb the mountain and burn incense, and the Wudang Taoist priests are happy to do so.

The cultivators here never put on a show, whenever there are believers who pious prayers come to unsign the lot, Wudang to the master to the disciples always take the trouble to smile and patiently unsign.

And sometimes he will comfort the believers, "What sincerity is spiritual, and the blessings are too numerous to mention." ”

You say that such a down-to-earth sect full of fireworks can not be loved?

The sky is gray today, and the believers who climb the mountain are crowded with the hiking trails.

At this time, Wudang would always send disciples to maintain order in time, and on both sides of the mountaineering trail, some tea would be prepared at regular intervals to moisten the throats of those who were tired and hungry for mountaineering.

Among them, the family of three, who was in good spirits, was the most pious, because they had reached the top of the mountain, leaving the other pilgrims far behind.

These three people, the male temperament looks dusty

Just like a young man, if he hadn't coughed lightly from time to time and had a slight frost on his temples, anyone would have regarded him as a young man in his prime.

He was dressed in plain clothes and had a tall posture, and every light cough would cause the beautiful woman next to him to worry, "Brother Sheng?"

"It's okay, it's okay. The man smiled slightly, signaling to the beautiful woman next to him that he was fine.

But the beautiful woman still looked sad, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and a touch of melancholy lingered on her delicate face.

They were accompanied by a quirky little girl who climbed the mountain on her own and only needed two people to hold small hands.

The little girl is quirky, with two pigtails, and looks very cute.

She has never been tired of climbing the mountain, but every time her father coughs lightly, her little face always wants to cry.

"It's okay Rui'er, Daddy still wants to take you to the fairy world to catch loaches, but I am reluctant to leave you. The man squatted down and gently scratched the little girl's nose, very kind and spoiled.

Apparently this little girl is the meat of his heart.

The little girl's nose wrinkled, obviously dissatisfied with the man's actions, and protested: "You coax me again?"

Then the little girl said, "Last time you said that the person who took me to find my brother broke his promise?"

The man's expression froze and his face was embarrassed, obviously the little girl did not believe what he said.

"You little guy has such a good memory, even Daddy doesn't believe it anymore, Sister Xia take care of your daughter. ”

The beautiful woman who was called Xia Mei smiled, and her expression was also very helpless, "It's not that you're used to it." ”

Apparently the little girl didn't bother them less.

In this way, they walked and chatted, and after a while, they came to their destination today, a temple dedicated to Emperor Zhenwu.

After the man arrived, he stopped the Wudang disciples who wanted to help, left his wife and daughter and moved out of the table and bench with ease, and a lottery stall was set up in a short time.

It shows that he is familiar with many things, and there is a long table in front of him, and a stick holder is placed on the table, which is no more than 9981 signs, implying that the world is 81 difficult.

Who has ever been happy to be a man?

The man sat there like a sculpture, serious and terrifying.

The beautiful woman took the little girl's hand and sat down beside him, waiting for the first pilgrim to come to the door to draw lots, and this scene would be staged in Wudang Mountain every few days.

Little girl childlike heart, just now

is still sullen, and this will have long been forgotten as the flow of people in this hall increases.

At the end of the square of this hall, at the hiking trail, the believers near Wudang Mountain have begun to emerge, only a little later than this family of three.

Devout believers burn incense and pray, and soon the temple is filled with smoke and crowds.

The family of three watched all this quietly, silently waiting for the pilgrims to come to the door, while the little girl had already disappeared without a trace with the flow of people.

The husband and wife also went with her, and nothing would happen on this mountain, even if there was anything, with the two of them here, any ghosts and spirits would have to retreat.

Finally, an old woman finished burning incense, and turned towards this place, and the man was about to receive him with a smile, when suddenly his face changed.

The expression on his face fluctuated sharply at this moment, and he kept pinching the fingers in his hands, as if he was pushing something.

After a while, she was sweating profusely, and the beautiful woman beside her had never seen this expression on a man, and asked anxiously, "But something happened to Qing'er?"

"Well, there is a life-and-death crisis, and there is only a glimmer of life. The man said heavily.

"Then what are you doing with it?" said the beautiful woman with resentment.

"Sister Xia is here to hand over to you, I'll go to the Mang Clan. When the man got up, he seemed to be a different person, plain clothes and no wind, and a monstrous momentum was revealed from him.

When the old woman came from a distance, the booth had changed from a man to a beautiful woman, and the man was long gone.

Above the nine heavens, a plain-clothed man took a hundred steps, and his momentum was monstrous, like a sharp sword out of the sheath.

On this day, Wudang taught Han Changsheng to go south to the Mang clan, holding the immortal steps to whisk the dust, and his arrogance was monstrous.

The man in the air had only one thought in his heart this day, "Mang, you'd better hope that my son is safe and sound, otherwise I will let your Mang clan ambush millions of corpses." ”

The man said this with a serious expression on his face, and his tone was extremely serious.

At midnight on this day, a plain-clothed man was in the dust from north to south, and when his figure appeared, a voice appeared at the same time, "Who broke into my Mang clan?"

"Get out. ”

Then one figure collapsed, bleeding profusely, while the other left only an afterimage.

PS: Han Changsheng has made a move, is there a monthly ticket recommendation or something, support the Qingdi?