Wudang, the Taoist holy land since ancient times, is the most prosperous Taoist temple in the land of China.

On this day, the sky in the distance has just turned white, and the front of Wudang Mountain is already full of people, and the pious children who go to worship are endless.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the front mountain, the back mountain of Wudang is the place where the Taoist Qing cultivates, and it is also the main hall of the real martial arts master Wudang faction.

Walking into the back mountain, it seems to be away from the world in an instant and enter the fairyland.

Yun Danhong only felt that the moment he stepped into the gate of the back mountain, the whole person suddenly felt refreshed and refreshed.

He turned his head to look at the curling smoke and dust rising from the mountain temple in front of him, shook his head, and breathed a sigh of relief as if he had finally gotten rid of something disgusting, and hurriedly quickened his pace and walked forward.

He is a person who feels that everything is very troublesome and only likes to stay alone quietly, so he followed the dustless Taoist to Wudang in the first place.

In fact, at that time, he didn't know who his master was at all, he only knew that he was a Taoist priest, and he heard that a Taoist priest could enter the mountains to cultivate, so he ignored his family's obstruction and secretly followed this Taoist priest.

This walk is six years, until a few days ago, the dustless Taoist chief asked him to go down the mountain to Bibo Village to save people, only to know that he had passed six years in this deep mountain and old forest.

In the past six years, Yun Danhong has profoundly comprehended the power of the Dustless Dao Chief, this old man known as the Three Sages of Martial Arts, in his eyes, has been powerful to the extent of perversion, aside from martial arts cultivation, just the deep eyes that can penetrate people's hearts and know everything, let him suffer a lot.

So when Yun Danhong remembered that he had scolded Wuji Zhenren in the deserted temple, and said to the sky that he would bring a pot of Baihua Brew back to honor his old man, he immediately rushed to buy a large pot of Baihua Brew and carried it in his arms before going up the mountain, so that he could settle down and return to Wudang.

After entering the Houshan Mountain Gate, Yun Danhong did not go to the main hall of Wudang, but turned into another mud and stone path.

This trail leads to the cliff of the back mountain, and ordinary disciples are not qualified to go there at all, and they are even more reluctant to go there.

Because there is a forbidden place Qingxin Cave where the Wudang faction severely punished disciples who violated the rules of the door, and since Wuji Zhenren brought Yun Danhong back to Wudang, he locked himself in the cave, and never took a step in six years, so that Yun Danhong had to live in a thatched house next to Qingxin Cave.

Qingxin Cave is far away from the main hall of Wudang, so in the past six years, Yun Danhong basically has not dealt with the disciples in the sect.

Except for Wuji Zhenren, there was only one person in charge of Wudang's current head Chiyang Zhenren, and the rest of the disciples thought that Yun Danhong was just a little Taoist boy who was invited to help take care of Wuji Zhenren's diet and daily life.

Therefore, no one paid attention to Yun Danhong's descent and return to the mountain this time, which also saved him a lot of trouble, he was a person who hated trouble.

But the disciples of the Wudang Sect can't drink alcohol, this is an iron law in the sect, and no one can violate it.

Therefore, on this day, Yun Danhong, who doesn't like trouble, can only be sadly found by trouble.

"Stop!"

Just as Yun Danhong turned into the path leading to Qingxin Cave, he heard a stern reprimand coming from behind.

Yun Danhong turned around and saw three people walking towards him, standing in the middle was a gorgeously dressed young man, accompanied by a Wudang disciple on his left and right.

The mellow aroma of Baihuajiu continued to waft out of Yun Danhong's arms and flew into the noses of the three of them.

"Bold Dao Tong, dare to carry spirits up the mountain without permission? Do you want to hide alone in the cliff of the back mountain to drink?" One of the Wudang disciples recognized Yun Danhong and immediately reprimanded.

Yun Danhong laughed embarrassedly, immediately tightened the seal of the pot of Baihua Brew, and changed the topic: "This senior brother, our back mountain is a place of cultivation, I'm afraid it's a bit unruly for you to bring outsiders here like this, right?"

The target of Yun Danhong's words was obviously the rich man standing in the middle.

When the man heard this, he immediately frowned and said, "Your Wudang Sect is really famous, even a little Taoist boy is so sharp-tongued, isn't there anyone to teach him hospitality?"

As soon as the man's words fell, the Wudang disciple on the left immediately rushed in front of Yun Danhong with an arrow step, and stretched out his slap to fan the other party's face.

In order to let the man relieve his hatred, he deliberately used great strength in this palm.

With a snap, he was surprised to find that Yun Danhong didn't know what weird trick he had used, and suddenly widened the distance between him and himself, and he himself used too much force and slapped a big tree next to him.

The disciple immediately blushed with pain and was speechless.

When another disciple saw this, he scolded: "You little Taoist boy who doesn't know what to do, come over quickly and apologize to Gongzi Xie." ”

"What I'm talking about is the rules of the door, what's wrong?" Yun Danhong thought that he had successfully diverted the other party's attention from Baihua Brew, and he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, ready to find a chance to flash people with a casual haha.

"Do you know who our Gongzi Xie is? He is the eldest son Xie Wenshu, the owner of the famous Bingying Qianzhuang in Luoyang, who just donated 10,000 taels of silver to our Wudang this year, so that we can repair the Qianshan Palace.

But Yun Danhong's attention was not on this disciple's expression at all, and when he heard the other party say the No. 1 money village in Luoyang, his brows suddenly frowned, and he blurted out: "Isn't the No. 1 money village in Luoyang a chase bank?"

Hearing the four words of Chase Bank, Xie Wen laughed suddenly: "Chase Bank, since Yunkang was seriously ill a month ago, he has not been able to do it, and now Luoyang is the world of our Bing Bank!"

This sentence was like a thunderbolt from the top of Yun Danhong's head, and when the Wudang disciple wanted to continue to reprimand Yun Danhong, he saw the other party dodge and disappeared on the spot.

Yun Danhong rushed to the front of the Qingxin Cave at a speed like the wind, put the Baihua Brew at the entrance of the cave, knelt on the ground, knocked his head three times, and shouted loudly: "Master, disciple please go down the mountain." ”

"Is it for your father's business?" said a deep old man's voice slowly drifting from the cave.

Yun Danhong was taken aback and asked, "Master, do you know everything?"

"I'm your master, is there anything I don't know?" Wuji Zhenren snorted coldly, seemingly very dissatisfied with Yun Danhong's question.

Yun Danhong was so frightened that he had goosebumps all over his body, and hurriedly pushed the Baihua Brew forward and said with a smile: "The disciple will go back to his home and come back soon, and when he comes back, he will definitely bring a few more pots of Baihua Brew to the master." ”

"In the past, you didn't want to go down the mountain, I never left you, this time you can go if you want to, you don't need to ask me, but there is one thing you want to remember, you are my Wuji Zhenren's apprentice, don't let me lose face! If you lose my old face, be careful that I clean you up!" As soon as the words fell, I heard a breeze blowing, rolling up a hundred flowers and flying into the cave, followed by a sound of cooing and drinking.

Yun Danhong respectfully kowtowed three times again, stood up, and strode down the mountain.

After a while, an old Taoist priest with a slender figure and a childish face slowly walked to the entrance of the cave, looked at the direction of Yun Danhong's departure, and said to himself: "I'm afraid that you won't come back so soon." ”