At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

After Xiao Ruolin left with his sword, Zhao Yuzhen stared at the fluttering white-haired figure in a daze for a long time without saying a word.

He had thought of three thousand reasons for Xiao Ruolin's trip to the mountain, but he had never thought that the other party said nothing in the end, just talked about the past and left.

The peach tree behind him was flourishing like brocade, and a breeze blew by, Zhao Yuzhen raised the corner of his mouth and his purple robe fluttered.

He was superficial, how could he use other ideas to measure a young man of extraordinary talent.

There are three thousand ways, and someone will only take one scoop and move according to his heart...

Xiao Ruolin stepped on the Xuanyuan Sword and stepped down from Qingcheng with the sword.

The scenery of Qingcheng Mountain is very charming, with peaks rising and falling one after another, beautiful and varied. Whenever Xiao Ruolin came on his sword, he couldn't help but stop and watch.

Xiao Ruolin looked at the scene in front of him, and suddenly an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

One month ago, in the underground ice palace on the snowy mountain outside the domain, in addition to the thunder tribulation, he also sensed the residual breath of Wang Changqing.

Now he doesn't care whether Wang Changqing is alive or dead, but he has to care about Langya Wang Shu, who has been trained into a general.

Those years of life in the Ten Thousand Mountains made him unforgettable. He had never heard of the name Wang Changqing.

Why he hated the Xiao royal family so much and hated this world so much, he didn't know one by one.

Obviously, his cultivation is not low, but he has never appeared once in the text. He seems to be an unplanned character.

Wudang Wang Changqing...

Perhaps, on the way to protect his brother, he should go to Wudang Mountain.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ruolin frowned slightly and called out softly: "Xuanyuan!"

The Xuanyuan Sword under his feet had a spirit, and suddenly it made a series of sword sounds.

"Fast!"

With the word "fast", the speed of the Xuanyuan Sword was like a gear change, and it was galloping.

Wudang, once the leader of the Taoist sect, was the elder brother of Taoism when the Demon Cult went east.

He led the way and set an example, and raised the power of the mountain gate to join the road of fighting against the Demon Cult.

However, the Demon Cult was so powerful that the elders and disciples of the sect suffered heavy casualties. Even the martial arts master at that time died on the battlefield of fighting against the Demon Cult.

The sect was severely damaged, and the supply of fresh blood was insufficient. From then on, it was unable to recover, and it declined and had no power to turn over.

In the eyes of outsiders, the decline of Wudang was due to the Demon Cult's eastward expedition.

But only Wudang people knew that the decline of Wudang was doomed as early as when a disciple rebelled that year.

The peerless genius who had practiced Taoism, magic, magic and body magic for hundreds of years in Wudang, but finally defected from the mountain because of the growth of inner demons.

The last disciple of the headmaster is also the pride of the whole Wudang Mountain - Wang Changqing!

Only the elders who survived the war with the Demon Sect that year knew that the headmaster did not die in the hands of the Demon Sect because of his lack of strength.

Instead, in that unprecedented battle, the headmaster met his beloved disciple.

The withered yellow leaves fell all over the ground with a gust of wind.

Looking at the withered mountain gate, the current headmaster of Wudang sat on the steps of the mountain gate and sighed for a long time.

"Master, why are you sighing?" A young man with long hair and a lazy face appeared behind him.

The head of Wudang looked at the misty sky and said, "Luo Fei, do you know how glorious Wudang Mountain was back then? Zhang Zu, who was expected to ascend to immortality, and the peerless genius who practiced Taoism, magic and body, were all talented people in the sect. It was so lively."

The young Taoist priest, whom he called Luo Fei, sat down next to him and looked at his master who was still living in the past.

Luo Fei shook his head and sighed, "Master, Taoists should not be immersed in the past like the world. Usually you are the one who teaches your disciples. Why is it your turn to teach you now?"

"Hey!" The head of Wudang sighed, and then patted Luo Fei's shoulder earnestly, "Luo Fei, the task of revitalizing Wudang depends on you, you have to work hard!"

Luo Fei pulled away his master's hand and frowned slightly, "Master, if you continue like this, you will breed inner demons and go the way of the old master."

Speaking of the old master, the head of Wudang looked even more sad.

"Master, a guest is coming." Luo Fei suddenly said lightly.

Hmm?

The head of Wudang looked up and looked down the steps of the mountain gate.

I saw a red light that instantly broke through the mist at the waist, and there stood a handsome young man with white hair and white clothes.

Luo Fei was displeased when he saw the other party flying on a sword in Wudang territory, and his body rushed out immediately.

Seeing this, the head of Wudang stroked his white beard and said with a look of relief: "This kid, although he seems to be careless on the surface, actually cares more about Wudang's reputation than anyone else..."

Luo Fei raised his hand, and a strong qi suddenly rolled up a strong wind.

The young man kept moving and continued to rush towards the towering mountain top.

Luo Fei's palm wind became stronger and stronger, but the opponent seemed to be not afraid at all.

"Come down!" Luo Fei shouted, tapped his toes lightly, and jumped up.

A leap of hundreds of feet, Wudang Cloud Ladder!

At this time, a cold light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the young man, and it was gone in a flash, and he whispered: "Longyuan Zhen!"

In an instant, sword intent rose up, and a golden long sword with supreme dragon power rushed straight to Luo Fei from the sword box behind the young man.

A shocking sword force instantly pressed Luo Fei to breath, even if he used his ultimate lightness skills, he could not escape the sword intent lock.

Luo Fei's body stagnated, and his body fell straight down from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

"What a sharp sword intent, this boy!" Luo Fei widened his eyes, his eyes full of disbelief.

Obviously, they both looked like they were of the same generation, but the other party was like a sword immortal who had practiced for hundreds of years, and his sword intent was unstoppable.

The head of Wudang below also frowned. This boy was not here to pay respect to the mountain, but to challenge the school.

However, those who usually come to challenge the mountain gate are usually from the Taoist sect. When did those who use swords become so interested in their Wudang?

Wudang has been keeping a low profile for many years, okay?

Luo Fei made hand gestures and muttered something. When he was about to land, his body slowly floated in the air.

The strong true energy condensed into a solid and caught his body steadily.

The highest internal energy of Taoism, the Pure Yang Wuji Gong that can rival the power of the dragon elephant of Qingcheng Mountain.

Luo Fei's face was pale, and it was obvious that he had consumed a lot of true energy.

He looked at the boy who had reached the top of the mountain and looked down at him, and his heart was full of shock.

I thought that at this age, I was invincible among my peers with such a high level of cultivation, but I didn't expect that there was someone who was even more invincible than him.

Who is this young man...?

Xiao Ruolin jumped off the sword and came to the top of Wudang Mountain, looking at the somewhat dilapidated mountain gate.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that compared to Qingcheng Mountain, Wudang was indeed in decline.

He flew straight past Luo Fei, looked at the Wudang headmaster in front of the steps, and bowed slightly.

"Junior Xiao Ruolin, I pay my respects to the old Heavenly Master!"

The head of Wudang came to Xiao Ruolin, stroked his beard and smiled: "My friend, you seem to be confused, why did you come to Wudang?"

Xiao Ruolin straightened his back and nodded: "The old Heavenly Master has a unique vision. This time, I came here to ask you about someone."

After hearing his words, the head of Wudang understood: "But that Wang Changqing?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Xiao Ruolin's eyes: "That's right, but why do you know the purpose of my trip?"

The head of Wudang glanced at him, especially his attractive white hair.

"The Tao is mysterious and the white hair is like an immortal."

"No one is perfect, and no corpse is perfect."

"No body is forbidden, ghosts and gods lead the way."

"The thief saint in the mysterious, the Holy Spirit boy."

The head of Wudang said something that the two of them could not understand slowly.

However, Luo Fei understood one thing. The young man came to find Master Wang, the former Taoist genius who had caused the rise and fall of Wudang.

After listening to the four sentences of the Wudang headmaster, Xiao Ruolin was thoughtful.

He deserved to be the leader for a long time. Even though he experienced decline, he should not be underestimated.

At least now Qingcheng Mountain cannot take away the title of the leader of this sect by relying on Zhao Yuzhen alone.

The man in front of him has pure Yang internal force, and there is also a new force hidden in the mountain gate.

"Young man, follow me." After saying this, the Wudang headmaster turned and left.

Seeing this, Xiao Ruolin hurriedly followed.

In front of Yuxu Palace, on two jade mats, the two sat facing each other.

The Taoist boy brewed a pot of tea and brought it up, and then retreated respectfully.

The headmaster extended his hand: "Young friend, please!"

Xiao Ruolin picked up the tea, and before he could ask, the headmaster began to talk to himself.

"Master once said that my brother's temperament was not suitable for cultivating immortals. Although he had a chivalrous heart, he was prone to go astray. So many years have passed, even if Master spent his entire life cultivating as a price, he could not call back my brother's heart of Taoism that had already been possessed by the devil."

Xiao Ruolin slowly put down the hand holding the teacup, frowned and asked: "What do you mean, headmaster, is Wang Changqing the old Tianshi's brother? Are you two from the same sect?"

The headmaster of Wudang nodded slowly: "That's right, little brother is the last disciple accepted by the master, and he is also the most talented disciple among our seven brothers."

Every generation of Wudang headmasters will accept seven disciples, and these seven disciples are called the Seven Sons of Wudang.

It is the face of Wudang and the tradition of Wudang.

However, because of what happened back then and the Demon Cult's Eastern Expedition.

His generation

Of the seven Wudang disciples, five have died, leaving only this eldest brother and the youngest junior brother.

"Old Heavenly Master, to be honest, I am the prince of Beili. I came here to ask why Wang Changqing hates Beili and the Xiao family so much." Xiao Ruolin asked bluntly.

The headmaster's eyes widened immediately and he asked hurriedly: "Prince Beili, may I ask which prince you are?"

"Thirteen!"

The Thirteenth Little Prince of Beili? !

Looking at the white hair and the riot that his junior brother had caused in Tianqi, the headmaster's body trembled violently.

The prophecy of old man Qi... is coming true!