So they spontaneously built a "Xunlong Temple" at the foot of Kunlun to commemorate their arduous journey.

Unfortunately, they soon discovered that they were terribly wrong. When they left Kunlun on the other side and walked eastward to the first town they reached, they heard that the dragon was heading east again...

This time, it's like walking a dog.

Many "Dragon Seekers" who couldn't bear the blow were going crazy.

…

Wudang Mountain.

Inside Zhenwu Hall.

A white-haired old Taoist sat cross-legged on the futon. The old Taoist had slender hair and a childish face. He was tall and burly. He only wore a turban and a cape, but he showed an immortal air, grace and charm, and a faint purple aura surrounding his body.

On both sides of the hall, five middle-aged Taoist priests with serious faces were sitting. They were the disciples of the Wudang generation and the Seven Heroes of Wudang.

"Master, Wuji's cold poison has become more and more serious in the past few days. I'm afraid he won't be able to survive for a few more days..." Senior Brother Song Yuanqiao looked serious and sighed deeply.

"I heard rumors in the world that there is a miracle doctor in Butterfly Valley. I wonder if he can treat Fifth Brother's child." Mo Shenggu, the seventh child, spoke up.

"Butterfly Valley is thousands of miles away. By the time we send Wuji there, I'm afraid it will already be..." Old Sixth Yin Liting didn't finish what he said, but everyone present understood what he meant.

At this time, the second senior brother Yu Lianzhou, who was sitting in the second seat, seemed to think of something, and suddenly said: "I heard rumors in the world recently that a black dragon came from the East China Sea, flying westward, thousands of miles in an instant. If you can find this black dragon, then you can

Easily send Wuji to Butterfly Valley."

"I've heard about this too!" Mo Shenggu, the youngest, said, "The black dragon's transit has attracted a large number of followers. They call themselves 'Dragon Seekers' and follow the black dragon's flight route."

"We martial arts practitioners should be down-to-earth. How can we indulge in such nonsense?"

Seeing that the junior brothers were still discussing about legendary things like dragons, Song Yuanqiao, as the eldest brother, felt that he needed to wake them up. He taught with certainty: "It is rumored that this black dragon has a ferocious face and is terrifying and huge. It is probably a demon."

As the righteous disciples of martial arts, we not only do not stop the tricks used by people in the religion to deceive the people, but how can we continue to follow the fantasy? If the disciples below listen to it, I, Wudang, will lose face!"

"Senior brother, that's what you taught me!" All the junior fellow apprentices accepted the criticism humbly.

"Yuanqiao is right!"

At this time, the old man who had been sitting at the head said: "Instead of believing in a black dragon that can travel thousands of miles in an instant, it is better to think seriously about how to treat Wuji's child."

Song Yuanqiao sighed and said quietly: "Wuji is the only child of the fifth brother. A child like this will lose his parents. We must not let the fifth brother die."

"From now on, I will personally suppress Wuji's cold poison." The old Taoist thought for a long time and said regretfully, "It's a pity that my Wudang Nine Yang Skill is incomplete. Otherwise, if Wuji can practice Nine Yang Magic, he will definitely be able to cure the cold poison in Xuanming Divine Palm."

"Tomorrow I will take Wuji and set off for Butterfly Valley!" Lao Tao decided.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuanqiao said: "Master, this trip is about high mountains and long roads, so let me accompany you!"

"After I leave, the overall situation of Wudang still needs you to preside over!" The old Taoist's eyes were deep, and he looked into the distance through the palace gate. "These days, there are often disciples of the five major sects at the foot of the mountain. I guess I still want to ask Xie Xun from Wuji's mouth.

I will personally take her whereabouts so that I can avoid Xiaoxiao’s prying eyes, and I can suppress Wuji Cold Poison while searching for the miracle doctor.”

"That's it!" Old Taoist Youyou stood up and ordered, "Yuanqiao, go and see the third child. Don't let him have any psychological burden. The death of the fifth child has nothing to do with him. Tell him not to do stupid things."

"Yes! Master!" Song Yuanqiao also stood up and saluted.

"Master, something bad has happened, Master!"

As soon as the old Taoist finished his instructions, three generations of disciples rushed in from outside the door, looking at their faces as if they had seen a ghost.

"Hurry up, Chenghe is decent!" Song Yuanqiao frowned.

He was usually in charge of Wudang affairs, but the master was leaving tomorrow and had left everything in his care to him. This exposed the problem of his lax governance, and he couldn't help but be angry.

"Dragon, dragon! What a big dragon!" The disciple gasped in panic without even breathing out smoothly.

"Dragon?" The old Taoist and several disciples were stunned, and then hurried out of the hall.

As soon as he walked out of the palace, he saw a huge black dragon flying in the martial arts field in front of the Zhenwu Hall. A group of disciples around him were holding swords and forming the Seventh Zhenwu Formation, confronting it.

But their pale faces, trembling legs, and trembling hands can vaguely tell how much psychological pressure they are under.

The old Taoist and his five disciples looked up to the sky together. The terrifying figure of the dragon made people feel frightened, and drops of cold sweat broke out from their foreheads unconsciously.

"Is there really a dragon?" Song Yuanqiao's voice was hoarse, obviously he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him.

The seventh man, Mo Shenggu, was younger and more lively. He looked from the side and suddenly exclaimed: "Master, look, there are people on the dragon! Not monkeys! No, there are monkeys!"

"No, there's just a man and a monkey up there!" Mo Shenggu couldn't express what he meant. He was so excited that his mouth couldn't keep up with his brain.

The old Taoist was silent for a moment, flew down the steps, stood in front of the demon dragon, waved his hand and ordered: "All disciples spread out and put away their swords!"

There was no way his disciples like Wudang could deal with such a big demonic dragon. It would be better not to resist.

Besides, if the other party has malicious intentions, Wudang may be destroyed in just a moment, so he can still stand here and look at the demon dragon safely.

When the disciples heard the order, they dispersed as if they were relieved and all retreated behind the old Taoist. They still felt safe standing behind their master.

The open space of the martial arts arena was exposed. As expected, the dragon made no other moves and only slowly landed on the ground. Even its head lay down.

A young man standing on the dragon's back and a lying ape were revealed.

"Could this be Zhang Sanfeng, Zhenren Zhang?" Shao Weijie said calmly.

At this time, his level was no longer what it used to be. It was true that Zhang Sanfeng was a martial arts wizard, but there was no need for him to be as thirsty for talents as before.

Just lay out the conditions and you can join if you want to. If you don't want to, forget it. He won't force it, but no one with some brains will rashly refuse an obvious opportunity.

"The old Taoist is Zhang Sanfeng. He is not worthy of the title of real person in front of Your Excellency!"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes are deep, and the young man in front of him has a unified aura. His movements and gestures imply the power of heaven and earth, and the principles of the universe. Even if he doesn't move, it makes people feel like they are looking up at a high mountain.
Chapter completed!