Although this place is not peaceful, the buildings are built against the mountains, and the sound of streams can be heard faintly. It is indeed a rare and quiet place, suitable for seclusion.

"Let's go, follow me."

After wiping the sweat on her forehead, Qin Rong looked back at Ning Tao and walked forward first.

After passing a high slope, going in, there is a suspension bridge connecting it, leading directly inside.

I don’t know if the people from Wudang knew that he was coming. At one end of the suspension bridge, there was a young man wearing a Taoist robe with his head lowered to help. When he saw Ning Tao, he hurriedly came up to him. He stretched out one hand and gave a signal to him.

The latter said respectfully, "I have met Master Ning Tao."

"Master Nephew Wu!"

Seeing this young man, Ning Tao looked happy and returned the gift. He looked at him and asked with concern, "How is the injury?"

The young man in front of me is named Wu Hailin. He once went down the mountain with Qingyang to help him. Among the younger generation in Wudang, he is considered a relatively calm person.

However, he was injured a little later and returned to the sect. Unexpectedly, he was the first person he saw when he came to the sect.

It stands to reason that the other party is older than him, but he has no choice but to take advantage of the master, who is very senior.

"Thank you for your concern, uncle. The injury has recovered."

Wu Hailin smiled slightly, shook his head, and then said, "Uncle Master, Master Master, they asked me to welcome you again. If you have nothing to do, you can follow me to see the Master first."

"That's fine!" Ning Tao looked at the little girl and agreed.

"Okay, my mission is completed. I'm too full today, so I'll go back to bed first."

Qin Rong touched her belly, glanced at Ning Tao, and seemed to be dissatisfied, so she turned and left.

"Uncle Master, please come this way!"

Wu Hailin stretched out his hand toward Ning Tao and asked.

"Um."

Ning Tao was used to Qin Rong's attitude and was not angry at all. In his eyes, she was just a little girl, somewhat similar to Lin Beibei.

It's just that Lin Beibei is more well-behaved and sensible than her, while Qin Rong is a little more unruly.

Although the Wudang Sect is built in a mountain col, and the architecture is much less elegant than the Wudang halls up the mountain, it has big advantages and small advantages.

Nowadays, the pavilions and pavilions are also very unique. Various carvings can be seen everywhere, and some green pine embellishments are added. Walking among them, it feels like a winding path leading to a quiet place.

Wu Hailin is very popular among the Wudang sect. If he meets anyone on the road, he will come up to say hello. Whenever this happens, the former will introduce Ning Tao.

This attracted the attention of all the Wudang disciples. Most of them on the mountain were like Wu Hailin. After hearing this, they all came to see him.

Many people are curious about this uncle who has never returned to the sect.

There are too many legends about him in the sect. Now that the younger generation wants to go down the mountain to experience, the first choice is Donghai.

Along the way, through Wu Hailin's introduction, Ning Tao also learned that the entire Wudang Sect had less than two hundred people.

Ning Tao was shocked when he heard this. One of the eight dignified sects, only this kind of person?

But after thinking about it, he could understand. After all, it was no different now than before. The mountains were harsh and difficult to cultivate, and it was much less attractive to ordinary people.

In addition, as the earth's turbidity becomes increasingly strong, there are too few people with suitable physiques for cultivating immortals, and the eight major sects are no longer as good as before.

Of course, these nearly two hundred people are also the mainstay of Wudang, and there are many registered disciples on the periphery who are not among the two hundred people.

These people either have poor qualifications or have too many worldly affairs to practice wholeheartedly, so they cannot be considered core.

While the two were chatting together, they came to the outside of a main hall, which was also the largest hall in Wudang. Wu Hailin turned to Ning Tao and took him into the main hall.

There are lights in the main hall. As soon as you enter the door, you are facing a huge portrait of the founder, and underneath is a huge incense burner with trembling incense curling inside.

There were several futons placed under the altar table under the incense burner. Ning Tao just glanced at them and then turned his attention to the three people sitting on the seats next to them.

Among them, the person sitting in the first place has white hair and white eyebrows, a ruddy complexion, high forehead bones, and a slender figure.

Beneath him was a Taoist nun, who looked about forty or fifty years old, had shallow wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and had a kind face.

The last person was a middle-aged man with black and white hair, a solemn expression, and an air of calmness and authority.

Seeing the three of them, all three of them looked at Ning Tao. For a moment, Ning Tao felt as if his whole body was being seen through. The blood baby in the Danhai also felt huge pressure and was about to move.

"I have met two masters, the master uncle."

Wu Hailin came quickly first, bowed respectfully to the three of them, then turned back to signal Ning Tao, pointed at the white-browed old man, and introduced him, "Uncle Master, this is my Wudang Grandmaster Zu Wuwu."

"I've met Master Wuwu."

Just when these three people sat there, Ning Tao felt as if they were three mountains. Let alone looking up, Ning Tao could hardly turn his back, so he immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

The white-browed old man was kind, and smiled slightly at Ning Tao with approval on his face.

"This is my Wudang Wuyan Master."

After Wu Hailin pointed at the Daoni and introduced him, he pointed at the middle-aged man and said, "This is the leader of Wudang Ziyang."

Ziyang didn't have much airs. After Ning Tao bowed, he stood up and returned the bow. He said with a smile, "Junior brother Ning Tao is so polite. He has strong energy and blood and excellent bones. Not bad. No wonder Uncle Wuchen."

I will make an exception and accept you as my disciple!"

After saying these words, Ziyang turned to look at Wang Gang and asked, "Is this Mr. Wang?"

Although Wang Gang was not a monk, he was already under a lot of pressure when he saw this posture. He had learned a lot today, and his demeanor immediately became respectful. He clasped his hands and said, "Hello, Master!"

"Well, Mr. Wang has had a hard journey, why not go to the guest room to rest first."

We already know that Ning Tao is bringing someone here, but since he is not a Wudang disciple, it is naturally not suitable to stay here at the moment.

"Thank you, Master."

When he came here, Wang Gang breathed a sigh of relief and fled all the way. He had never had a few peaceful sleeps. There were so many masters now, so he finally found a place.

Wu Hailin then accompanied Wang Gang to retreat, and soon only Ning Tao was left in the hall.

"Ning Tao, since you have returned to the sect, you should first offer incense to the ancestor."

Without the outsiders, Ziyang stretched out his hand, looked at Ning Tao and said.

Naturally, Ning Tao had no objection to this. He bowed three times and respectfully placed the three incense sticks in the incense burner.

After doing this, before Ning Tao could say anything, Wuwang sighed, looked at Ning Tao and said with a little shame, "Senior nephew Ning, Wudang was unable to do anything during your last trip to Beijing. I hope you don't resent the sect!
Chapter completed!