I became the sun god.

Chapter 106 No way?
how about?

How else can you make up your mind?

The old Taoists looked at Xia Ju with snot and tears.

The real cultivators have already flown to the Zixiao Palace, you still ask us what we want to do?
"Forget it... just let me meet this unearthly boy later."

"I didn't expect to meet the legendary monk at the age when half of my foot was buried in the ground. The old Taoist has made a worthwhile trip all his life."

"I heard that Daoxi will die in the evening. The old Taoist will also go with you. The old Taoist has something to ask him."

After a short period of confusion, these old Taoist priests of Wudang Mountain quickly reached a consensus.

They are going to join hands to meet this sword fairy.

As for the head of Wudang?

Ah!
What does it have to do with poverty?
It's just the head of Wudang Mountain. The poor Taoists practice the natural way of heaven and earth, not what you promote.

Seeing the revived elders who seemed to have been beaten to death, the sect leader sighed helplessly.

What can he do?
These old Taoists are the living ancestors of Wudang Mountain.

Although he has a high status and great power in the ordinary world, there is nothing he can do about these few people.

Regardless of the incense and passion, the influence of these people in the Taoist sect is not comparable to myself.

"Why haven't you come out yet?"

Qin Ran, who was in mid-air, still looked calm, but he was puzzled in his heart.

However, just as Qin Ran had this idea, the gate of Zixiao Palace was slowly opened.

As the simple wooden door opened, old Taoist priests walked out with solemn and pious expressions.

"I'm coming!"

"These people look like real monks!"

"Much better than those fake Taoists, is this the essence of Wudang Mountain?"

Although photographed by the breath of the handsome young man, the countless tourists present remained silent, but there was a silent cry in their hearts.

The images of those old Taoist priests perfectly fit their imagination of immortal cultivators.

Immortal demeanor, pure eyes, detached temperament...

Although he was far inferior to the sword-wielding boy, compared with those Taoist priests he saw in ordinary times, he undoubtedly looked like a true cultivator.

The expectations of all tourists are full.

They were looking forward to the meeting between Wudang and Jianzong.

The meeting between immortal cultivators, I'm afraid it should start with a discussion on Taoism, right?

Once it is discussed... can ordinary people benefit from it?
"It turns out that this is the real Wudang Mountain."

Zhang Chu in the crowd clenched his fists tightly and held his breath carefully.

His eyes were hot and firm, as if there was a kitten tickling in his heart.

This distance is too far, I can't hear what those old Taoist priests are saying.

What should I do if I can't hear anything when they talk about the Tao with a wave?
After all, there are rumors in the world, and the law does not spread to the six ears.

The second-year youth is immersed in his own entanglement and cannot extricate himself.

He was even thinking about why his tiger body didn't shake.

"The old Taoist Wudang Mountain is pure and empty, and I have met the Taoist friend Jianzong Miaoyan."

Looking at the handsome young man in the sky, Qingxu, the oldest Daoist, bowed to the sky first.

His eyes were devout and fiery.

As an old man who has practiced Dao all his life, one can imagine the excitement and longing in his heart when he sees the real Sword Immortal at this moment.

"Old way..."

The other old Taoist priests followed closely behind and saluted one after another.

Miao Yan in the sky blinked, then withdrew his sword light, and landed lightly on the ground.

He looked at the group of old Taoist priests and asked with doubts on his face:

"The younger generation Miaoyan has seen all the seniors, how dare you ask where the true cultivation of the inner sect of Wudang Mountain is?"

Hearing these words, Qingxu Old Daoist couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly.

It's broken...

The old Taoist is already the oldest person in Wudang Mountain. You still ask where the real cultivation of the old Taoist inner sect is?
This is like you are asking a wage earner who rents a house, where is your villa?

Are you mocking, or why not eat minced meat?
It's broken!

But Qingxu old man has lived to such a great age anyway.

Faced with Miaoyan's seemingly unintentional doubts, Qingxu smiled calmly:

"The old Taoist is the one with the oldest qualifications in Wudang Mountain."

"As far as the old Taoist knows, there is no distinction between inner and outer sects in Wudang Mountain."

"As for true cultivation?"

"Don't be afraid of my little friend's jokes. We old guys have wasted our lives and haven't seen the so-called true cultivation."

"Ok?"

Miao Yan raised his eyebrows, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.

I saw that there seemed to be a galaxy rushing in his eyes, and it seemed that everything in the world could be reflected in it.

After scanning his eyes for a week, Miao Yan shook his head, his tone full of doubts:

"This... shouldn't be?"

"Wudang Mountain is full of spiritual energy. Although it is not comparable to the blessed land of cave heaven, it can be regarded as a pure land for cultivating Taoism."

"Why... Wudang Mountain didn't really cultivate?"

"Back then, Sanfeng Zhenren sorted out the method, but it was the most peaceful."

"At the age of your predecessors, you must have achieved something."

Mitutoyo's method of sorting out?
Zhongzheng peace?

Should something happen?
Hearing the information revealed by Miaoyan, Qingxu's mentality almost exploded.

So Wudang Mountain really has the inheritance of Taoism?

At least in the early Ming Dynasty, but in modern society, there are no chicken feathers left?
What are the ancestors doing?

Not only Qingxu old Taoist, but also other old Taoist priests showed various complicated expressions on their faces.

There is anger, there is regret, there is unwillingness, there is irritability...

There is true law in their own inheritance, but in their generation, there is nothing left.

Are people like myself wholeheartedly devoted to the Tao?
The results of it?
After practicing for a lifetime, the so-called sense of energy is probably an illusion.

And according to what this handsome young man said, if he practices the method of Wudang Mountain, even a pig can achieve something.

This shit... my mentality is about to collapse, okay!
The old Taoists were collectively speechless.

What else could they say at this time, did they really start to yell at the seniors for not being particular?
Looking at this group of old Taoist priests, Miao Yan showed a look of apprehension, and said with some uncertainty:

"Then... your faction's True Martial Demon Demon Map is still there?"

True martial arts map?
Hearing this name that had been chanted for several days, Master Qingxu couldn't hold back his curiosity.

He coughed lightly, and his old face blushed a little, twisting and asking back:
"Ahem...True Martial Demon Swinging Map..."

"Little friend... I don't know what this true martial art is?"

On Miaoyan's handsome face, there was obvious astonishment:
"You don't even know the real martial art map?"

"This... This is the core visualization map of Wudang Mountain."

"According to my teacher, all the magical techniques in Wudang Mountain are all derived from the True Wudang Demon Map."

"It is rumored that there is a trace of the aura of Emperor Zhenwu in this map of Zhenwu Dangmo, so it is the foundation of Zhenwu Dao."

"You don't know?"

"No way?"

bang...

Without any warning, the Qingxu old man suddenly covered his heart.

No, I can't hold back anymore.

What kind of immoral things did the ancestors do, such important information as the Zhenwudang Demon Map has not been passed down.

(End of this chapter)