Wudang Mountain, Junxian, Hubei.

In the blue sky and white sun, meteors pass by above the sky, falling on Wudang Mountain.

After hearing the noise, the Wudang disciple who was responsible for guarding the mountain gate looked for the sound.

Then, they were all stunned.

I saw that a Taoist priest with fairy aura stepped on the void, and behind him was a Tai Chi diagram of Yin and Yang rotation.

The Taoist priest looked in his twenties and did not go to his hair. Instead, he was wearing a Taoist bun and wearing a Wudang Taoist robe. He had a great temperament, like a banished immortal.

In the fairy spirit, there is a trace of noble divinity. He holds a whisk in his hand and a purple gold gourd hanging around his waist. Occasionally, a divine light flashes by.

The Taoist priest looked over, looked at the two Wudang disciples, and frowned.

"Are you Wudang disciples?"

A pure and magnetic voice sounded, awakening the two Wudang outer disciples.

The Taoist priest was Zhang Sanfeng who was passing by. By chance, he happened to come to Wudang Mountain in this world.

However, the feeling this world gave him was very bad.

The world is very fragile, like paper.

It seems that just one breath can blow the world away.

Not only that, the spiritual energy is thin and almost nothing.

The air is very depressing, making people feel very dull.

"I met Taoist priest in the 17th generation disciple of Xiawudang!"

Seeing the momentum of the person, the two disciples did not dare to be careless and performed a Taoist ritual.

This must be a senior expert with extremely powerful strength.

Didn't you see someone flying in the sky?

"Who is Taoist priest? What's the point of doing when I come to Wudang?"

Then, the disciple named Qingxu gritted his teeth and asked.

The seniors are the seniors, and they have to ask for their responsibilities.

"The seventeenth generation... Time flies so fast!"

Zhang Sanfeng remembered that when he founded the Wudang Sect, he set rules, and the disciples he accepted within 20 years were disciples of a generation.

Of course, when encountering natural disasters or man-made disasters or wars, recruiting disciples will definitely take a long time and cannot be accurate.

The seventeenth generation, after all, there will be three hundred years in the coming year, right?

"Qingxu, Qingzhi, right? It's not bad!"

Zhang Sanfeng fell from the sky and praised the two mountain guard disciples.

Although I did not use my spiritual consciousness to scan this world, you can see the cultivation of these two mountain guard disciples.

Their internal energy in their bodies was extremely thin and almost nothing, and their physical body was empty and their strength could be imagined.

Such strength, in the Yitian World, is not even qualified to join the Wudang Sect.

When Zhang Sanfeng came here, although he restrained his aura, his appearance was full of force.

When these two disciples faced them, they were neither humble nor arrogant. When asked about their origin, they showed that they were both good-minded.

"Old Master Zhang Sanfeng, let's lead the way!"

Zhang Sanfeng shook the whisk, and the two disciples couldn't help but walk in front and stepped on the stairs of Wudang Mountain.

"This... Are you really a ancestor? This..."

The disciple named Qingxu was almost crying.

He couldn't control his body and walked up the mountain without being controlled, keeping his pace.

In addition to the body, only the mind can move normally.

Moreover, Zhang Sanfeng, this is the founder of the founding school more than 300 years ago.

This person actually dared to pretend to be the ancestor. Could it be that he was brave enough to win the heart of the bear?

"Haha, is there anyone in the world who dares to take the title of Old Taoist? Moreover, Old Taoist is not a very famous person, who would pretend to be fake?"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed and walked along the stone steps as if flying.

Soon, the three of them reached the top of Wudang Mountain and the square in front of the hall.

"Who is the current leader? Go and call them all out!"

When he arrived here, Zhang Sanfeng threw the whisk and let the two go.

He knew that these two disciples would not believe what he said.

Let the current leader speak.

"Senior, please wait a moment!"

Qingxu felt that he had recovered his ability to move again. He clasped his fists, bowed to Zhang Sanfeng, and ran into the Zhenwu Hall.

Soon, a group of old Taoists with white hair ran out.

While running, he shouted, "Who is not afraid of death and comes to my Wudang Sect to fight Qiu Feng?"

...

Wudang's current leader, Tongming, is now 68 years old. He is the 14th generation disciple of Wudang.

Among the fellow disciples of his generation, there are four old Taoist priests including Tongyou, Tongxuan, Tongyun, and Tongshan, who are all in ancient times.

Originally, everyone was doing morning classes in the hall, and they saw the disciples guarding the mountain rushing into the hall.

It was said that there was a Taoist, who introduced that it was Zhang Zhenren, the founder of the school, who had already arrived on the mountain.

What's wrong?

Tongming was so angry that his beard stood up and rushed out with all the disciples in the hall.

It was seen that in the square, a man stood in his hand holding a whisk, with a fairy spirit floating and full of momentum.

Behind him was a black and white Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram, which was slowly rotating.

There are a hint of Taoist rhyme in the picture, which makes people immerse themselves in it at first sight and cannot extricate themselves.

"Tongming, the head of Wudang, and his disciples, pay homage to seniors!"

Seeing this scene, Tongming felt a terrified in his heart, and did not dare to whistle, so he quickly bowed.

This is a great master of power, not an ordinary person.

After all, anything can be faked, but the unfathomable Taoist rhyme cannot be faked.

"You are the current leader? Get up!"

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at the Taoist priests, his face changed slightly, and he said lightly.

Although I had expected it, this is a world of Dharma-Ending.

But unexpectedly, even the head of Wudang looked like this.

Judging from his bone age, at the age of nearly seventy, although the total internal strength in the dantian is more than those of the mountain guard disciples, the texture is mixed and inferior.

In terms of conversion, it is at most the late stage of the first-level acquired realm.

With this ability, there is no hope of breaking through the innate realm throughout life.

Moreover, with Zhang Sanfeng's eyesight, he couldn't tell it.

There are more than 30 people present, and they are all practicing "Wudang Internal Power", the foundation of the foundation.

What about "Wudang Nine Yang Gong"?

What about "Pure Yang Wuji Gong"?

What about the "Tai Chi Sutra"?

Where did you go?

Lost?

I looked up and saw that many halls had collapsed.

Even the Zhenwu Palace is dilapidated, with holes everywhere on the roof, so you can see clearly without using a light.

Stepping into Zhenwu Palace, Zhang Sanfeng looked at the furnishings in the hall.

The three clear bodies seemed mottled, and seemed to be unmaintained.

"The Wudang sect has only been in operation for more than three hundred years. Unexpectedly, it will fall to this place?"

He naturally sat cross-legged on the futon in the first place, looked at the people below, and said with regret.

"I am ashamed of all the ancestors, but it is not my fault. Please give me a clear understanding!"
To be continued...