Compared to those who were wondering on the mountain, the group walking on the hillside could truly discover the strangeness of the clouds.

These clouds and mists are very different from many things they have seen on weekdays. At most, those mists cover the traces in the distance, and they can still be seen clearly near them.

But now the clouds are not like this, but instead become a little thick and weird. They can't even see where they are when they reach out. Only when the boy in a long Taoist robe comes, the clouds around them will slowly dissipate, leaving a road to the mountain.

Zhang Heyan said slowly, "Fortunately, he rushed in time and eliminated a battle that shouldn't have happened."

He looked at everyone, and the fog that had originally condensed slowly dissipated, allowing them to temporarily see the scene in the top of the mountain. The tense scene was taken into consideration, and then the fog slowly condensed and closed again.

Everyone was a little lost for a moment. Whether it was the Wudang people who had some relatives with him, or those who were originally hostile to him, if it were not for the leader of the Iron Sect's League beside him, some of them would have wanted to throw away their weapons and ran away.

"Master Zhang can be called a real person at this time, right?" Fang Yin put away the fan in his hand and connected all the news he heard from his son yesterday. The lack of contempt had been quietly gone, and he asked humbly in his words.

Zhang Heyan shook his head, "I dare not, the real person is a true enlightened person, and only my master can deserve this title. I am just an apprentice."

His change in attitude towards everyone was actually already clear. This is the fear and fear of unknown creatures from the bottom of his heart. However, everything is not clear at this moment, and there is no need for him to say more to this group of people.

"I'll go up the mountain later, and you can directly notify everyone in the Iron Gate. Without my order, no one is allowed to take action at will. Those who violate the order will be killed!" Fang Yin said directly to Fang Hao. The father and son's tactfulness was beyond the imagination of others.

Who could have thought that just yesterday, they even slandered the entire Wudang in the tavern?

However, Song Mingzhe and his group had quietly relieved the pressure in their hearts. No matter what Zhang Heyan and the old Taoist priest who was still on the top of the mountain at this time had become, at least from the current situation, things were beneficial to them.

After embarking on the road of progress again, except for Zhang and Yan, the rest felt that the remaining road was so long. Even if you could see the top of the mountain, you could even see the faint figures of people on the mountain, but against the backdrop of the vast white fog around you, every step seemed to have been past a year.

Zhang Heyan didn't feel this way. Every step he stepped on, it seemed as if he could step on the classical mountain. He could feel the rhythm of the mountain.

Unlike now, when this mountain really appeared and was built in it by someone, he must have the same feeling as him, as he seemed to have embarked on the path of the ancestor.

After all, he is only sixteen years old. With his current Taoist practice, it is impossible to stir up the white mist of such a big mountain, but it is extremely difficult, and it also requires very complex preparations and appropriate weather.

However, this is Zhenwu Mountain, the ancestral courtyard of Taoist sect!

Zhang Heyan's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all the fog in the mountains, penetrate the mountain, and see a small Taoist temple that appeared on the top of the mountain with the sun on the shaded surface.

There are not many people in this Taoist temple now, only the Wudang Sect Taoist temple is left. Every year, a few young Taoists will be accompanied by a few Taoist priests to guard the statues over there, chant scriptures, ring a wooden fish, and hit a bell...

Zhang Heyan had gone down the mountain several times, and almost every time he came to that temple. The old Taoist priest insisted on asking him to come because the Taoist temple on this mountain represented the initial inheritance of their generation.

There are countless Taoist practitioners in the world today. Even Taoist temples are spread all over the four countries. However, hundreds or thousands of years ago, a sloppy Taoist priest named Zhang Shenting started from here to establish the Taoist sect that is now well-known in the whole world, and even becomes one of the two religions!

"Even for the initial reputation of this mountain, you shouldn't let you destroy it easily..." Zhang Heyan said. If the eight sects just wanted to force Wudang to retreat, or even let him hand over a certain profit, he wouldn't actually go down the mountain, and the old Taoist priest wouldn't even open the road to the mountain.

However, since some people want to destroy Wudang as a whole at the cost of the reputation of the entire Taoist sect, and even have said such words as unrest... they can't blame him.

In fact, yesterday he had figured out the reason for going down the mountain. There has been no movement in this world for sixty years. Some people want to sort out the old man's tiger beard.

When the Wudang Sect was two or three kittens, eight sects were invaded at the same time. They even proposed the idea of ​​dividing the mountain and driving away the entire sect.

At that time, the old man was still a spiritual Taoist priest. He had just come out of the Wudang Temple in the back mountain and was about to go down the mountain when he encountered such a thing.

So, the story they heard in the tavern happened. The old Taoist priest, one sword and one whisk, was wearing a tattered Taoist robe, and then rushed out of the towering Zhenwu Mountain.

At that time, he had not even started practicing Taoism. He just relied on the best martial arts force. Why did he say that he was best in the best? Zhang Heyan had a slightly smile on his face. It was a story that an old Taoist priest once told him...

"Your master, I finally didn't lose our Taoist sect's face!" The old Taoist priest had just transplanted the two trees behind the mountain gate into one and made a hammock. The old and the young were like this, sat quietly in the hammock, listening to the stories he told.

"In our Taoist sect, a long time ago, on a Wudang Mountain, there was a world-stunning martial arts genius."

"I know, I know!" Zhang Heyan was still a very young child at that time. "You told me that the reason why the ancestors named our Taoist temple was because of this Taoist Sanfeng!"

"That's right!" The old Taoist priest touched his head, "Our Zhenwu Mountain is not Wudang Mountain, but since we call the name Wudang and since we worship Emperor Zhenwu, then this path... we have to make it smooth for him!"

"That Sanfeng master entered the Tao with martial arts. Since he was thirty years old, he has been invincible in the world for a hundred years!"

"Where are you, Master?" Zhang Heyan raised his head curiously, "You haven't gone down the mountain for many years, right?"

"So what if I don't go down the mountain? Even if I hear my name, I should be trembling! I have never been invincible in this sect!" The old Taoist priest put away his usual cynicism and a slightly drunk attitude, and his voice suddenly became serious.
Chapter completed!