The ancestors of the prehistoric people, join the chat group at the beginning

Seeing the imposing manner of the visitor, the two disciples did not dare to be careless, and performed a Taoist salute.

This must be an extremely powerful senior expert.

Haven't you seen people flying in the sky?

"Who is the head of the Taoist priest? What is your business in Wudang?"

Afterwards, the disciple named Qingxu bit the bullet and asked aloud.

The senior belongs to the senior, and the responsibility lies, so I have to ask.

"No. 17th generation... how time flies!"

Zhang Sanfeng remembers that when the Wudang School was founded, there was a rule that the disciples recruited every 20 years would be a generation of disciples.

Of course, in the event of natural disasters, man-made disasters, or wars, there will definitely be a length of time for recruiting disciples, and it is impossible to be accurate.

The seventeenth generation, how can I say it is about three hundred years old?

"Qingxu, Qingzhi, right, not bad!"

Zhang Sanfeng fell from the sky, and praised the two disciples guarding the mountain.

Although he didn't scan the world with his spiritual sense, he could get a glimpse of it by looking at the cultivation of these two disciples guarding the mountain.

The internal energy in their bodies is so thin that it is almost empty, and their physical bodies are vain, and their strength can be imagined.

With such strength, in the Yitian world, he is not even qualified to join the Wudang faction.

But when Zhang Sanfeng came here, although he restrained his whole body momentum, he appeared full of compulsion.

When these two disciples faced him, they were neither humble nor overbearing. They asked about their origins, which showed that they were both good-natured.

"Old Daoist Zhang Sanfeng, lead the way!"

Zhang Sanfeng flicked his whisk, and the two disciples couldn't help walking in front, stepping up the steps of Wudang Mountain.

"This... Your Excellency is really the patriarch? This, this, this..."

The disciple named Qingxu almost cried.

He couldn't control his body, and walked up the mountain uncontrollably, without stopping.

In addition to the body, only the mind can move normally.

Moreover, Zhang Sanfeng, this is the founder of the school more than 300 years ago.

This person dared to fake the name of the founder of the Kaipai. Could it be that he had the guts to eat the bear's heart and leopard?

"Haha, is it possible that there are still people in this world who dare to pretend to be the name of the old man? Besides, the old man is not a very famous person, who would pretend to be?"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed, and walked along the stone steps like flying.

Soon, the three of them reached the top of Wudang Mountain, the square in front of the temple.

"Who is the current head, go ahead and call them all out!"

Arriving here, Zhang Sanfeng flicked his whisk and let the two go.

He knew that these two disciples would not believe what he said.

Let the current leader do the talking.

"Senior, please wait a moment!"

Qingxu only felt that he had regained his ability to move. He cupped his fists, saluted Zhang Sanfeng, and ran into the Zhenwu Hall.

Soon, a group of gray-haired old Taoist priests ran out.

While running, he shouted: "Which one who is not afraid of death has come to our Wudang sect to fight Qiufeng?"

……

Tong Ming, the current head of Wudang, is 68 years old and is the No. 14 disciple of Wudang.

Among his brothers and sisters of the same generation, there are still four old Taoist priests, Tongyou, Tongxuan, Tongyun, and Tongshan, and the others are all dead.

Originally, when everyone was doing morning class in the hall, the mountain guard disciples rushed into the hall.

It was said that there was a Taoist, and he introduced that Zhang Zhenren, the founder of the Kaipai, had already arrived on the mountain.

Is this still available?

Tong Ming was so angry that his beard stood on end, and he rushed out with all the disciples in the hall.

It can be seen that in the square, there is a group of people standing with a whisk in their hands, full of immortal aura and full of momentum.

Behind him hangs a black and white Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram, which is slowly rotating.

There are traces of Dao rhyme permeating in the picture, which makes people immersed in it as soon as they see it, unable to extricate themselves.

"Wudang sect master Tong Ming, together with his disciples, pay respects to senior!"

Seeing this scene, Tong Ming's heart trembled, he didn't dare to make a fuss, and hurriedly saluted.

This is a great supernatural being, absolutely extraordinary.

After all, anything can be faked, only the unfathomable Dao Yun cannot be faked.

"You are the current head? Get up!"

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at the Taoist priests, his expression changed slightly, and he said calmly.

Although it has been expected, this is a world of doomsday.

But I didn't expect that even the head of Wudang looked like this.

Looking at his bone age, at nearly 70 years old, although the total amount of internal energy in the dantian is more than those of the disciples who guard the mountain, the texture is mixed and inferior.

In conversion, it is at most the late stage of the first-order Houtian realm.

With this ability, there is no hope of breaking through the innate realm for life.

Moreover, with Zhang Sanfeng's eyesight, he couldn't see it.

There were more than 30 people present, all practicing "Wudang Neigong", the foundation of the foundation.

What about "Wudang Nine Suns Kungfu"?

What about "Pure Yang Wuji Gong"?

What about "Tai Chi Classics"?

Where did it go?

Lost?

Looking up, many halls have collapsed.

Even the Zhenwu Hall is dilapidated, with holes everywhere on the roof, which can be seen clearly without using a lamp.

Stepping into Zhenwu Hall, Zhang Sanfeng looked at the furnishings in the hall.

The Sanqing images were mottled, as if they had not been maintained.

"The Wudang faction has only been established for more than three hundred years. Who would have thought that it would not fall here?"

He naturally sat cross-legged on the first futon, looked at the people below, and said bitterly.

"Poverty is ashamed of the patriarchs, but it is not the fault of the poor, please learn from the predecessors!"

Hearing what he said, an angry look appeared on the face of the Taoist Master Tongming, and he said with righteous indignation.

"Twenty years ago, when the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, the Buddha respected the Tao, and the army rushed into the mountain gate, threatening to destroy my Wudang Taoism!"

"Up and down Wudang, they will never sit still and wait for a world-shattering battle to break out!"

"In this battle, all the elders died in battle, the first teacher died in battle, the uncles and uncles died in battle, and countless brothers and sisters died in battle!"

"The Tartars were victorious, and they robbed countless classics, and the inheritance in the door was also robbed!"

"Only the five disciples and brothers survived, barely passing on the orthodoxy!"

Although I don't know who this mysterious Taoist priest is, he is from the same line of Taoism.

Judging by the tone of this senior, it is probably old with Wudang, maybe it is a certain ancestor of Wudang.

Tong Ming also disregarded the principle of "family ugliness should not be publicized", and explained the reasons for Wudang's decline.

After all, even though 20 years have passed since this incident, the elders in the Jianghu know about it, so it is not a secret.

"What? Even the inheritance has been snatched away? No wonder..."

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng paused with his hand stroking his beard, his eyes widened, and he burst out with momentum.

He didn't expect it to be the reason.

Feeling his surging aura, it was as heavy as a mountain.

With a bang, all the disciples knelt on the ground.

"Unexpectedly, due to the old Dao Xing, I came down to the mortal world and saw such a scene!"

"Man Qing? Very good!"

He chewed these two words in his mouth, his eyes dim.

"Get up, why are you kneeling, the old man can eat people?"

Looking up, seeing all the disciples kneeling on the ground, trembling, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but smile, restraining all the momentum in his body.

"Senior... is it really my Wudang Kaipai Patriarch?"

Hearing his words, Tong Ming's heart thumped, he knelt on the futon and asked cautiously.

"Isn't it, what's the matter?"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed leisurely, neither denied nor admitted.

He really came here in high spirits, but after learning about the situation, he was disappointed.

However, he wasn't depressed at all.

Even if Wudang falls again, as long as he comes, he can rise again.

Unlike the First Emperor Yingzheng, what brought to the other world was war and annexation.

Zhang Sanfeng, the patriarch of Wudang, brought the way of enlightenment to the other world.

"Since you have no inheritance, the old Taoist will naturally teach it one by one, and listen carefully!"

Straightening his expression, Zhang Sanfeng sat up straight and spoke.

"Every movement should be light and nimble, and it is especially necessary to run through it...It should be clearly distinguished between the false and the real. There is a false and true in one place, and there is always a false and true everywhere..."

There is no extravagant hype, no visions all over the sky, only the faint sound of Dao resounding in this Zhenwu hall.

Zhang Sanfeng observed one by one, and although the Wudang School in this world has declined, the remaining 34 disciples are all good-natured, and they are good seeds for cultivation.

Therefore, he stopped talking nonsense and directly taught the "Tai Chi Classics" he created.

Note that this is not the original "Taijiquan Sutra", but a summary of all Zhang Sanfeng's insights since joining the chat group.

This is the way he created himself.

Although he is still very weak, he has a bright future. He has cultivated to the highest level and is expected to prove the Tao and become an immortal.

While Zhang Sanfeng was preaching, he glanced down, seeing the disciples below were fascinated by listening, he squinted his eyes, very pleased.

Not only that, he took off the purple gold gourd hanging from his waist, flicked it with his fingers, and the spiritual liquid in the gourd turned into mist, covering all the disciples.

"Boom!"

A series of clear and clear voices sounded, it was a disciple who opened up the meridians in the body.

A strong man in the seventh-rank Yangshen realm personally narrated the way of cultivation, and there was another day when the spirit liquid of the earth was turned into mist and absorbed.

In addition, the Taoism of these disciples is not weak, and their aptitude is not stupid.

The effect of this 1+1+1 can be imagined.

After narrating the "Taijiquan Sutra" in detail, Zhang Sanfeng stopped and didn't speak anymore.

If these disciples are placed in the Yikai world, they will be regarded as beginners at best.

Teaching them such a fairy scripture is enough for them to use for a lifetime.

He stood up, walked out of the hall, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains below the mountain, his eyes wandered, he didn't know what he was thinking.