Wudang Mountain.
The Taoist ancestral home a hundred years ago has now been deprived of its reputation by Longhu Mountain, which is closer to Liyang. There are few pilgrims and it is gradually declining.
One big and one small walked slowly on the stone steps leading to Zhenwu Hall.
Talking and laughing.
The Wudang Taoist priests who met along the way would all respectfully address the veteran Taoist from the primary school to the primary school as "head".
"Changqing, this will be your place of practice from now on, and it will also be your other home."
Along the way to Wang Zhonglou, the smile on his face never faded.
Along the way.
The more he talked to the little guy next to him, the more he liked him.
Although the other party is only eight years old, he has both knowledge and character.
These are the most he has seen in the past hundred years.
The same as the opponent's talent, both are "excellent".
Wu Changqing nodded silently.
Feel the vitality of the surrounding greenery and the concentration of spiritual energy that far exceeds that of Qingliang Mountain.
He couldn't help but feel a little excited inside.
This is where he takes his spiritual practice a step further.
Enter the Nazangjing Pavilion early and start the path to retreat again.
He has been in seclusion for more than ten years, and as long as he enters the foundation-building realm, he will be confident that he will be invincible in the world.
Only then will he start his mixed martial arts journey.
Talking about dragons and tigers, stepping on the feet of Emperor Wu, traveling among the countries.
Start imagining your own fairy life...
Just when Wu Changqing was still thinking about the future.
He had followed Wang Zhonglou to the top of the mountain.
There are fourteen Taoist temples on Wudang Mountain.
The most central one is the main Taoist temple, which is also the place where Emperor Zhenwu is enshrined in Wudang Mountain.
The remaining Taoist temples are all places where Wudang elders preach or offer incense to their ancestors.
The two of them appeared in the Zhenwu Hall.
His back was to the huge stone statue standing with a sword.
In front of them were many Taoists from Wudang.
"Everyone, this is the senior brother I came down from the mountain to bring back for you this time. His name is Wu Changqing."
"If Changqing has any difficult questions in the future, you can ask your junior brothers and sisters for help."
Wang Zhonglou solemnly introduced Wu Changqing to everyone in Wudang.
Moreover, he was acting as a disciple and was supposed to introduce Wu Changqing as his junior uncle.
But before they left in Beiliang, Xu Xiao had told him not to let Changqing shine too brightly.
So as not to be noticed by the Liyang royal family.
That's why he deliberately demoted Wu Changqing to a higher level.
But the status is also extraordinary.
Suddenly.
There were bursts of uproar among the crowd.
The ones talking the loudest were the younger generation of Taoist priests.
They looked at this young senior brother with doubts and doubts in their eyes.
When their junior uncle, Prime Minister Hong Xi, went up the mountain, it was predicted by the previous headmaster that he was the reincarnation of the ancestor of Wudang.
He should be the same generation as the leader.
They were convinced of it.
But why did their head coach bring back a senior brother now?
Could it be that the other party is also a descendant of the Wudang Patriarch?
"Headmaster, I am a senior brother, but what are my extraordinary abilities?"
Among the Taoist priests, a young Taoist priest who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old frowned and asked everyone's doubts.
"none."
Wang Zhonglou had long expected such a scene, but his reply was a simple "no".
"So, is this senior brother from a wealthy noble family? Can he bring more incense to my Wudang?"
The little Taoist asked again.
But this time, the question was much sharper.
Everyone looked at Xiaodao with strange eyes.
The little Taoist priest was named Zhiheng.
He is currently the Taoist priest with the best understanding among his peers on Wudang Mountain.
There is a faint tendency to become Wang Zhonglou's closed disciple.
Originally, the position of senior brother was his.
But now, the position that should have been his was suddenly replaced by someone.
He was still an outsider, which naturally made him extremely dissatisfied.
So there was a hint of resentment in his words.
"Like you, he comes from a poor family."
In order to protect Wu Changqing's true identity, Wang Zhonglou remained calm.
"Then why should he!"
Zhiheng suddenly became excited and pointed at Wu Changqing, wanting to say something unconvincing.
"Zhiheng!"
A majestic voice sounded beside Zhiheng.
Zhiheng looked up with an aggrieved look, and it was Song Zhiming, the teacher who taught him alchemy.
Only then did he lower his head unwillingly.
But when he looked at Wu Changqing out of the corner of his eye, he was still depressed and dissatisfied.
Wu Changqing didn't care at all about this.
He bowed solemnly to everyone.
"Chang Qing has met all of you, uncles and brothers."
"Please give me more advice."
Wu Changqing's humble and polite appearance immediately made those uncles and uncles who were originally indifferent to Wu Changqing smile.
"Zhiheng, you are the top disciple of my new Wudang sect."
"You will be responsible for Changqing's future life in Wudang."
"In addition, Changqing's residence has been decided at the Sutra Pavilion. Please help Changqing get a quilt."
"For the rest of the people who are fine, just go and finish your own thing."
Wang Zhonglou saw all Zhiheng's dissatisfaction with Wu Changqing.
With a smile on his face, he directly assigned the other party to familiarize Wu Changqing with the upcoming Wudang affairs.
But as soon as he said these words, everyone's expressions changed.
Live in the Sutra Pavilion?
How is this possible...
Even Song Zhiming, who knew Wu Changqing's true identity, couldn't help but change his expression.
Even if the other party is extremely talented, he is also the young prince of Beiliang.
But we can’t act like this.
Wudang Mountain has a history of thousands of years, and there are very few people who can regard the Sutra Pavilion as their home.
"Brother, is this a bit against the rules?"
Song Zhiming still couldn't help but speak.
"How about you become the headmaster? You make these rules."
Song Zhiming's voice also made everyone look solemn.
Zhiheng's face was full of dissatisfaction.
But when it came to the issue facing him, Wang Zhonglou changed from his normal attitude. He looked like a naughty boy and suddenly became arrogant.
Song Zhiming was speechless.
In Wudang Mountain.
It was Wang Chonglou's words. No one could change what he said.
Seeing that his senior brother insisted on doing this, Song Zhiming waved his sleeves and left with a bad look on his face.
The rest of the people could only sigh softly, turned around and left the Zhenwu Hall.
Only Zhiheng looked at Wu Changqing and his expression changed from displeasure to anger.
Zhiheng left the Zhenwu Hall with Wu Changqing.
First, he went to the residence where the Taoists lived nearby.
"The Sutra Pavilion is located in a cold climate with no sunlight."
"Go get three stacks of quilts, no, just fold the quilts."
"Don't say I don't take care of you."
Zhiheng looked at the various bedding piled up in the room, immediately crossed his arms and said to Wu Changqing.
Wu Changqing saw Zhiheng's little thoughts in his eyes.
But he didn't refute the other party.
Zhen went up and picked up four or five stacks of quilts. The thick quilts even obscured his sight, making it difficult to walk.
"Let's go. I'll take you to the Sutra Pavilion early. I still have Taoist scriptures to study."
Seeing this, Zhiheng chuckled and immediately took the lead.
He did not share some of the pressure with Wu Changqing, and walked forward on his own, not at a slow pace.
