"Uncle Master, this is not going to play!" Song Mingzhe's originally open-minded face also had a hint of anxiety at this moment, "I can only wait to go back and die. You are different from us!"

He Yan smiled and said, "What's the difference? Everyone is a member of Zhenwu Mountain. Since the master is unwilling to go down the mountain, I'll accompany you for a trip!"

"You are..." Song Mingzhe was stunned. He was different from other disciples. When the old Taoist priest went down the mountain, he was actually this age. "Are you going to... go on behalf of the uncle?"

He Yan nodded, "It's just the heads of the Eight Sects. Compared to this huge world, they have taken advantage of Xiangzhou and actually wanted to embezzle my Wudang land!"

The young man was full of energy and his face was even more energetic. "Whether it is for the name of Wudang or the place where his master grew up, we cannot let this place become a bloody place!"

There was another meaning he didn't say, but I think Song Mingzhe, who cares, should know that although the master who saved him at the foot of the mountain had already taken off the position of the palace master, he was still practicing in the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain.

If the eight sects really launched the Wudang Incident, I am afraid that the Taoist priests at the foot of the mountain would not survive much, and Zhang Heyan would not want such a thing to happen.

"Then... let's go!" Although the many little Taoists who followed him wanted to speak, they still didn't say much.

As the Wudang Sect, Song Mingzhe was in charge of the Wudang Sect. Such a secular sect is filled with Taoist names. Of course, what he is carrying is not just such a mission at this time.

He sent some disciples with extremely high talent and character from the sects directly from this mountain. Among the disciples he brought, almost all of them had excellent talent and awesome hearts.

The words I just said were actually for their choice, and there was no right or wrong. They were just resolutions made by everyone in the sect, everything was based on the heart.

Zhang Heyan didn't say anything, watching them go down the mountain along the path. There was only one entrance and one exit on the mountain. Since they passed by here, no one could catch up with him without the permission of the old Taoist priest.

He suddenly thought of a sentence left by the old Taoist priest waving the whisk, "Everything is free, everything changes are determined by the heart."

Originally, the old Taoist priest taught him without restraint. He did not like people who made things happen out of nothing, but everyone has some rebellious scales in his heart. Today, he must get down.

He stayed on this mountain for sixteen years. Except for occasionally going down the mountain to the Wudang Sect, almost all his years have been spent in this Taoist temple. He has never returned since he went down the mountain six years ago.

Several people hurried down the mountain. The dangerous peak of this cliff is not too far from the main peak. You only need to pass through an official road at the foot of the mountain, and you can reach the main peak in just half a day.

But what surprised everyone was that it took half a day to go up the mountain, but it took only a quarter of an hour to go down the mountain. If it weren't for the cliff behind them, it was still reminding them that the journey just now was not fiction. Some people would probably think that this was just a dream Nanke.

But this strange feeling did not last long. They soon forgot about this incident and focused their attention on the events around them.

Song Mingzhe and Zhang Heyan took the lead. There was no trace of martial arts practice on the little Taoist priest, but they were able to easily keep up with the pace of several people, which also surprised many younger generations.

While walking, several people chatted with each other and gradually became familiar with each other. More Taoist priests were endlessly curious about this uncle.

Everyone had the intention of dying at this moment, and for a moment, they even eliminated the gap between that generation. They did not speak freely, but they could also talk about some topics that they didn't dare to speak on weekdays.

Zhang Heyan had a gentle tone and a calm expression. He was the only one who was not worried about the next trip. The remaining one was naturally Song Mingzhe. He looked at the gentle boy, but the light in his eyes kept flashing.

"Uncle Shi, there is a wine shop that has just been built in the past two years. You haven't gone down the mountain for several years, probably haven't seen it?"

The young man at the forefront said that Zhang Heyan knew his name, Chengyuan, he was the most promising person in many years, and he can be regarded as his peers.

They all have their own Dharma names, and for this group of people, the Dharma names are actually the real names.

Today is a prosperous era, and not many people are willing to go up the mountain to learn Taoism. If you learn martial arts, whether it is the martial arts schools or famous sects in various countries in the world, they are much more popular than Zhenwu Mountain, a sect named after Taoism.

It is precisely because of this that most of these disciples who went up the mountain to study Taoism were just orphans picked up by the people in the view.

Zhang Heyan raised his head with interest. Although six years have passed and he was just a child at the beginning, his memory of this road is still clear.

At that time, the road was dusty, and most of the people used to carry their shoulders when passing by. Passers-by came and went in a hurry, how could there be such a scene now?

The carriages and horses were hustling on the road, and the martial arts people riding horses hurried past, and the caravans carrying goods were slowly moving. The villagers rode donkeys and cattle, dragging their goods or materials, and their faces were filled with excited smiles.

"This road was two years ago. With the abbot and the head, they used the foundation of the sect to finally repair it!" Song Mingzhe's face was full of emotion, "but he never thought that he had caused disaster after only two good years."

Before they could reach the tavern built next to the street, they could already see the crowds of people there. Passers-by and heroic knights had already surrounded the crowds as one of the few places on this road where they could rest. It was not very strange to have such a scene.

"But I want to know, how many days have you negotiated with them?" Zhang Heyan asked. As soon as he said this, the originally warm atmosphere suddenly became cold.

Many disciples didn't know what to say. Song Mingzhe spoke slowly at this moment, and his tone was also a bit heavy indescribable. "My uncle doesn't know that the sixty years have passed, and all the sects in Xiangzhou are ready to move. These eight sects are just pioneers!"

"If we can invite our uncle back this time, we will understand everything. If we cannot, the day we return to the mountain will be the time for them to take action!"

"Even if this road is dragged, it will only last three days. The time to go up and down the mountain will only last ten days at most." Zhang Heyan calculated a little, "How long has it been used for you to come to the mountain?"

"It has been three days since then. If the uncle of the junior teacher regrets it, it will be too late to go back now!" Song Mingzhe said, and his words had the consent of several disciples.

"Yes, Uncle Master, you don't need to die with us. It's still time to go back to the mountain!"

Zhang Heyan shook his head and pointed to the tavern in front, "You have been walking up the mountain for half a day, and then hurried down the mountain with me. I guess you are already hungry, so let's take a break first, and follow me up the mountain tomorrow!"

His face seemed to be shining with light, "I also want to come and see. What is the difference between these so-called heads of the Eight Sects and their elders sixty years ago?"
Chapter completed!